Finnegan's Wakea gentleman Irish mighty odd He had a brogue both rich and sweet, and to rise in the world he carried a hod Well Tim had a sort of a tipplin way, with the love of the liquor he was born And to send him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craytur ev'ry morn Chorus Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner, whack the floor your 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 Chorus Well his friends assembled at the wake and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch First they brought in tea and cake, pipes, tobacco and whisky punch Then Widow Malone began to cry such a lovely corpse, did you ever see Ah Tim mavourneen why did you die?' 'Will ye shut your gob?' said Biddy McGee Chorus Well Mary O'Connor took up the job 'Biddy' says she 'you're wrong, I'm sure' Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor Civil war did then engage, woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a runction soon began Chorus Well Tim Maloney raised his head when a bottle of whiskey flew at him the whiskey scattered over Tim Bedad he revives, see how he rises Tim Finnegan rising in the bed Saying 'Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Be the thunderin' jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?' Chorus x 2 |