Finnegan's Wake

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin StreetA gentleman Irish mighty oddWell, he had a tongue both rich and sweetAn' to rise in the world he carried a hodAh but Tim had a sort of a tipplin' wayWith the love of the liquor he was bornAn' to send him on his way each dayHe'd a drop of the craythur every mornWhack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partnerAround the flure yer trotters shakeWasn't it the truth I told you?Lots of fun at Finnegan's WakeOne morning Tim was rather fullHis head felt heavy which made him shakeHe fell off the ladder and he broke his skullAnd they carried him home his corpse to wakeWell they rolled him up in a nice clean sheetAnd they laid him out upon the bedWith a bottle of whiskey at his feetAnd a barrel of porter at his headWhack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partnerAround the flure yer trotters shakeWasn't it the truth I told you?Lots of fun at Finnegan's WakeWell his friends assembled at the wakeAnd Mrs Finnegan called for lunchWell first they brought in tay and cakeThen pipes, tobacco and brandy punchThen the widow Malone began to cry"Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see, Arrah, Tim avourneen, why did you die?""Will ye hould your gob?" said Molly McGeeWhack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partnerAround the flure yer trotters shakeWasn't it the truth I told you?Lots of fun at Finnegan's WakeWell Mary O'Connor took up the job"Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"Well Biddy gave her a belt in the gobAnd left her sprawling on the floorWell civil war did then engageT'was woman to woman and man to manShillelagh law was all the rageAnd a row and a ruction soon beganWhack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partnerAround the flure yer trotters shakeWasn't it the truth I told you?Lots of fun at Finnegan's WakeWell Tim Maloney raised his headWhen a bottle of whiskey flew at himHe ducked, and landing on the bedThe whiskey scattered over TimBedad he revives, see how he risesTim Finnegan rising in the bedSaying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazesT'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partnerAround the flure yer trotters shakeWasn't it the truth I told you?Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake