Finnegan’s wake

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1. Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
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A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;
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He had a tongue both rich and sweet
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And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
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Now Tim had a sort of the tippling way
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With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born
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And to help him on his way each day
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He'd a drop of the cratur ev´ry morn.

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Chorus: Whack fol de da now dance to your partner
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Round the floor yer trotters shake,
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Wasn't it the truth I told you
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

2. One morning Tim was rather full

His head felt heavy which made him snake;

He fell from the ladder and broke his skull

So they carried him home his corpse to wake.

They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet

And laid him out upon the bed,

With a gallon of whiskey at his feet

And a barrel of porter at his head.

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3. His friends assembled at the wake

And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,

First they brought in tay and cake

Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.

Miss Biddy O'Brien began to cry

"Such a neat clean corpse, did you ever see?

"Yerra, Tim avourneen, why did you die?"

„Ah, hold your tongue“ says Paddy Magee

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4. Then Biddy O'Connor took up the moan

"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"

But Biddy gave her a belt in the gob

And left her sprawlin' on the floor.

Oh then the mighty war did rage

'Twas woman to woman and man to man,

Shillelagh law did all engage

And a row and ruction soon began.

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5. Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head

When a naggin of whiskey flew at him,

It missed him, falling on the bed

The liquor splattered over Tim

Bedad he revives and see how he rises

Timothy rising from the bed,

Says,"Fling your whiskey round like blazes

Thund’rin´ Jaysus, do you think I'm dead?"

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