Tim Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street

A gentle Irishman mighty odd;

Had a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet

To rise in the world he carried a hod

Now Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way

With a love for the liquor Tim was born

To help him on with his work each day

Had a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn

Whack fol the darn O dance to your partner

Whirl the floor your trotters shake;

Wasn't it the truth I told you

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

One mornin' Tim felt rather full

His head was heavy which made him shake;

He fell from the ladder and broke his skull

And they carried him hom his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet

And laid him out upon the bed;

A gallon of whiskey at his feet

And a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the darn O dance to your partner

Whirl the floor your trotters shake;

Wasn't it the truth I told you

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

His friends assempled at the wake

And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch

First she brought in tay and cake;

Then pipes tobacco and whiskey punch

Biddy O'Brien began to cry

"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see

"O Tim mavaourneen

Why did you die "

Arragh hold your gob said Paddy McGhee

Whack fol the darn O dance to your partner

Whirl the floor your trotters shake;

Wasn't it the truth I told you

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job

"O Biddy " says she "You're wrong I'm sure"

Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob

And left her sprawlin' on the floor

Then the war did soon engage

'Twas woman to woman and man to man

Shillelagh law was all the rage

And a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the darn O dance to your partner

Whirl the floor your trotters shake;

Wasn't it the truth I told you

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head

When a noggin of whiskey flew at him

It missed and falling on the bed

The liqor scattered over Tim

The corpse revives See how he rises

Timothy rising from the bed

Sayin' "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes

Thanum an Dhul Do you thunk I'm dead "

Whack fol the darn O dance to your partner

Whirl the floor your trotters shake;

Wasn't it the truth I told you

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Whack fol the darn O dance to your partner

Whirl the floor your trotters shake;

Wasn't it the truth I told you

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake