Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Wattling Street A gentle Irishman mighty odd He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet To rise in the world he carried a hod See he'd sort of a tripling way With love for a liquor poor Tim was born To help him on with his work each day He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn' One morning Tim was rather full His head felt heavy, which made him shake Fell from the ladder and broke his skull So they carried him home, his corpse to wake Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet And laided him upon the bed A bottle of whiskey at his feet And a gallon of porter at his head And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake His friends assembled at his wake And Missus Finnegan called for lunch First they brought in tay and cake Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien begged to cry Such a nice clean corpse did you see Aye, Tim me boy, oh why did you die? Arrah shut your gob said Paddy MCGee And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job Biddy says she you're wrong I'm sure Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob And left her sprawling on the floor There the war did soon engage Woman to woman and man to man Shillelah-law was all the rage An a row and a ruction soon began Mickey Maloney raised his head When a bottle Of whiskey flew at him It missed him falling on the bed The liquor scattered over Tim Tim revives, see how he rises Timothy rising from the bed Whirl your whiskey around like blazes Tonamondeal, do you think I'm dead And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake