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Finnegan's Wake
Waxies Dargle
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walker Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
But to rise in the world he carried a hod
But you see he'd a sort of a tippling way
With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the crater every morn
Whack fol the dah, now dance to your partner
Round the floor you trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
One morning Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
They laid him out upon the bed
A barrel of porter at his feet
And a gallon of whiskey at his head
Whack fol the dah, now dance to your partner
Round the floor you trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
His friends assembled at the wake
When Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see
Tim, my poor'un, why did you die
A hundred cups says Paddy McGee
Whack fol the dah, now dance to your partner
Round the floor you trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
Biddy, she, you're wrong I'm sure
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
'Twas 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
Round the floor you trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him
It missed and landing on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revived, see how he rises
Timothy rising from the bed
Saying, "Well, you whiskey round like blazes
Thannom and deal, do you think I'm dead?"
Whack fol the dah, now dance to your partner
Round the floor you trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
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