Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
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A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;
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He had a brogue 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 tipplin' way
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With a love of the whiskey he was born
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And to help him on with his work each day
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He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn.
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Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
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Whirl the floor, your 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!
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2. One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
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His head was heavy which made him shake;
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He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
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And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
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They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
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And laid him out upon the bed,
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A gallon of whiskey at his feet
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And a barrel of porter at his head.
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3. His friends assembled at the wake
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And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
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First they brought in tay and cake
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Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
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Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
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"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
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"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
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"Arragh, hold your gob" said Paddy McGhee!
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4. Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
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"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
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Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
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And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
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And then the war did soon engage
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'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
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Shillelagh law was all the rage
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And a row and a ruction soon began.
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5. Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
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When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
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It missed, and falling on the bed
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The liquor scattered over Tim!
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The corpse revives! See how he raises!
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Timothy rising from the bed,
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Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
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Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
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Finnegan's Wake
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The Woods Band |