Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way
But for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day
He'd a drop of the Craythur every morn

Whack fol the diddle oh dance to yer partner
Welt the flure with yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I'm telling you
We had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and broke his skull, and
They carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the diddle oh dance to yer partner
Welt the flure with yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I'm telling you
We had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

His friends a__embled at the wake
And widow 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
Tim, avourneen, why did you die?"
"Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

Then Buddy O'Brien took up the job
"Biddy" says she "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And sent her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon 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 diddle oh dance to yer partner
Welt the flure with yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I'm telling you
We had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Jack Maloney ducked his head
When a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Now the spirits new life gave the corpse, my joy
Tim jumped like a Trojan from the bed
Cryin will ye walup each girl and boy
T'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?

Whack fol the diddle oh dance to yer partner
Welt the flure with yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I'm telling you
We had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

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