Finnegan’s Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street A gentleman Irishman mighty odd He seen a brogue so soft and sweet And to rise in the world he carried the hod Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way With a love of the liquor now he was born To help him on with his work each day Had a "drop of the craythur" every morn Whack fol-the-dah, oh dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ya? Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake One mornin' Tim felt rather full His head felt heavy which made him shake Fell from a ladder and he burst his skull So they carried him home his corpse to wake Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet Laid him out upon the bed A gallon of whiskey at his feet A barrel of porter at his head Whack fol-the-dah, oh dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ya? Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake His friends assembled at the wake And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch First they brung in tea and cake Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien began to cry "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? Tim mavourneen, why did you die?" "Aarrgh, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee Whack fol-the-dah, oh dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ya? Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Patty O'Connor took up the job "Ah Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure" Biddy gave her a belt in the gob Then left her sprawlin' on the floor Then the war did soon enrage Woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh-law was all the rage And a row and a ruction soon began Mickey Maloney lowered his head And a bottle of whiskey flew at him Missed, and fallin' on the bed The liquor scattered over Tim Tim revives! See how he rises! Timothy risin' from the bed Sayin': "Whirl your liquor around like blazes Thunderin' Jaysus! Do you think I'm dead?" Whack fol-the-dah, oh dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ya? Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake