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*** Finnegan's Wake ***
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, A gentle Irishman - Mighty Odd
- He'd a
beautiful brogue So rich and sweet, to rise in the world He carried a
hod, You
see He'd sort of a Trippling 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 sheat, and laided Him upon the bed,
A bottle
of Whiskey At his feet, and a gallon of Porter At his head
chorus: And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor,
your
trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told Ye 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 Arrah hold your gob
see
Paddy Magee
chorus:
Then O Connor took up the job "Arrah!" Biddy says she Ye'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 Whickey 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 Whisky around like blazes Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead
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