Finnegan's Wake

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The Dubliners are an Irish folk band founded in Dublin in 1962. The band started off as The Ronnie Drew Ballad Group, named in honour of its founding member, they subsequently renamed themselves as The Dubliners. The group line-up has seen many changes over their fifty year career. However, the gro… more »

 Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentleman Irish mighty odd
Well, he had a tongue both rich and sweet 
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
Ah but Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way
With the love of the liquor he was born
An' to send him on his way each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn 

 Whack fol the dah will ya 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 was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake 
He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull 
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
Well they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And they laid him out upon the bed
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head 

 Whack fol the dah will ya 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 they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch
Then the widow Malone began to cry
"Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see,
Arrah, Tim avourneen, why did you die?"
"Will ye hould your gob?" said Molly McGee 

 Whack fol the dah will ya 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 Mary O'Connor took up the job
"Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Well Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor 
Well 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 will ya 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 Tim Maloney raised his head
When a bottle 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 Finnegan rising in the bed
 Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes 
T'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?" 

 Whack fol the dah will ya 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

Written by: KEN CASEY, MATTHEW EDWARD KELLY, RICK BARTON

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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