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Finnegans Wake

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Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street A gentleman Irish mighty odd He had a brogue so rich and sweet And a rise in the world he carried ahod While Tim had a bit of a tribbling way With a love for the liquor he was born And to send him on his way each day The drop of the craythur every morn (Whack fol de dah!) Chorus Will you dance to your partner Round the floor you're taught to shake Lend an ear to the truth they tell you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake One morning Tim felt rather foul His head felt heavy and it made him shake He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull Then they carried him home his corpse to wake Oh, they wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet And they laid him out upon the bed With a bucket of whiskey at his feet And a bottle of porter at his head (Whack fol de dah!) Chorus Will you dance to your partner Round the floor you're taught to shake Lend an ear to the truth they tell you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Tim's friends assembled at the wake And the widow Finnegan called for lunch Well, first she brought in sage and cake Then pipes, tobacco, and brandy punch And the widow alone began to cry Well, such a lovely corpse did you ever see? Ah, Tim of Borin, why did you die? Will you hold your corpse as Muddy McGee? (Whack fol de dah!) Chorus Will you dance to your partner Round the floor you're taught to shake Lend an ear to the truth they tell you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Old Mary Murphy was on the job And Bidy says she all wrong, I'm sure And Bidy fetched her a belt and a gob And sent her sprawling on the floor Well, civil war did then engage It was woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage And a row and a ruction soon began (Whack fol de dah!) Chorus Will you dance to your partner Round the floor you're taught to shake Lend an ear to the truth they tell you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Old Tim alone he ducked his head When a bottle of Jameson flew at him Tim ducks and landed on the bed With the whiskey scattering over Tim Pete Saly arrives and see how he rises Tim Finnegan rising in the bed Saying "swiddle your whiskey around like blades Been a ton of ages, do you think I'm dead?" (Whack fol de dah!) Chorus Will you dance to your partner Round the floor you're taught to shake Lend an ear to the truth they tell you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Will you dance to your partner Round the floor you're taught to shake Lend an ear to the truth they tell you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake