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Finnegan’s Wake
Schooner Fare
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walken' Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
Heed a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hog
Yes, he had sort of a tipplin' way
With a love of the liquor poured Tim was born
To help him on with his work each day
Had a "drop of the craythur" every morn'
Whack fol-the-dah, now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
One mornin' Tim was feeling full
And his head felt heavy and it made him shake
He fell from a ladder and broke his skull
They carried him home his corpse to wake
They laid him out on a nice clean sheet
And rolled him up upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a gallon of porter at his head
Whack fol-the-dah, now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
His friends assembled at the den
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First, she brung in the tea and the cakes
Pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Then Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim Mavourneen, why did you die?"
"Aarrgh, hold your gob," cried Paddy McGee
Whack fol-the-dah, now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Then Molly Malone took up the job
"Ah Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt for the gob
But sends her sprawlin' on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
Plus woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh-law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol-the-dah, now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
And Mickey McGuire raised up his head
And a noggin of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and fallen on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Now Tim revives, see how he rises
Timothy risin' from the bed
Sayin', "Whirlin' your whisky around like blazes
As a son of a bitch, do you think I'm dead?"
Whack fol-the-dah, now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Whack fol-the-dah, now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Whack fol-the-dah, now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake