Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street

A gentle Irishman mighty odd

He had a brogue both rich and sweet

An' to rise in the world he carried a hod

But Tim had a bit of a tipplers way

But the love for the liquor he was born

And to send him on his way each day,

He'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer

Partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth I told you?

Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full

His ol' head felt heavy which made him shake

He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull

And they carried him home his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,

And laid him out upon the bed

A bottle of whiskey at his feet

And a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer

Partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth I told you?

Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Well his friends assembled at the wake

And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch

Well first she brought in tay and cake

Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch

Biddy O'Brien began to cry

"Such a lovely clean corpse, did you ever see

Tim Avourneen, why did you die?"

"Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer

Partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth I told you?

Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Oh when Maggie O'Connor took up the job

"Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"

Biddy fetched her a belt in the gob

And left her sprawling on the floor

Oh civil war did then engage

T'was woman to woman and man to man

Shillelagh law was all the rage

And a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer

Partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth I told you?

Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Well Mick Maloney ducked his head

When a bucket of whiskey flew at him

He ducked and landing on the bed

The whiskey scattered over Tim

Bedad he revives, see how he rises

Tim falling and rising in the bed

Saying "Whittle your whiskey around

Like blazes, with a t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I was dead?"

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer

Partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth I told you?

Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake