Finnegan's Wake
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Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
To rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd sort of a tippling way
with love for a liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work every day
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull
So they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a gallon of porter at his head
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
His friends assembled at his wake
And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey and punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever did see
Tim mavourneen, why did you die?
Hold your gob said Paddy McGee.
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job
Biddy she says You're wrong I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
Woman to Woman and Man to Man
Shillelah law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Mickey Maloney he raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It missed him falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revives see how he rises
Timothy rising from the bed
Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I'm dead.
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
To rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd sort of a tippling way
with love for a liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work every day
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull
So they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a gallon of porter at his head
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
His friends assembled at his wake
And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey and punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever did see
Tim mavourneen, why did you die?
Hold your gob said Paddy McGee.
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job
Biddy she says You're wrong I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
Woman to Woman and Man to Man
Shillelah law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Mickey Maloney he raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It missed him falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revives see how he rises
Timothy rising from the bed
Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I'm dead.
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ya
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.60] Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street
[00:01.58] A gentle Irishman mighty odd
[00:03.47] He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
[00:05.22] To rise in the world he carried a hod
[00:07.03] You see he'd sort of a tippling way
[00:08.83] with love for a liquor poor Tim was born
[00:10.61] To help him on with his work every day
[00:13.49] He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'
[00:14.31] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[00:16.13] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[00:17.97] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[00:19.85] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[00:21.62] One morning Tim was rather full
[00:23.42] His head felt heavy which made him shake
[00:25.28] Fell from the ladder and broke his skull
[00:27.09] So they carried him home his corpse to wake
[00:28.80] Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
[00:30.73] And laid him upon the bed
[00:32.56] A bottle of whiskey at his feet
[00:34.37] And a gallon of porter at his head
[00:36.19] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[00:38.02] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[00:39.88] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[00:41.68] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[00:43.46] His friends assembled at his wake
[00:45.33] And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
[00:47.13] First they brought in tay and cake
[00:48.94] Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey and punch
[00:50.77] Biddy O'Brien began to cry
[00:52.65] Such a nice clean corpse did you ever did see
[00:54.49] Tim mavourneen, why did you die?
[00:56.28] Hold your gob said Paddy McGee.
[00:58.93] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[01:00.86] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[01:01.70] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[01:03.57] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[01:05.38] Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job
[01:07.11] Biddy she says You're wrong I'm sure
[01:09.07] Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
[01:10.81] And left her sprawling on the floor
[01:12.65] Then the war did soon engage
[01:14.45] Woman to Woman and Man to Man
[01:16.35] Shillelah law was all the rage
[01:18.17] And a row and a ruction soon began
[01:20.07] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[01:21.84] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[01:23.67] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[01:25.47] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[01:41.98] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[01:43.73] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[01:45.53] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[01:47.38] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[01:49.16] Mickey Maloney he raised his head
[01:51.02] When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
[01:52.87] It missed him falling on the bed
[01:54.62] The liquor scattered over Tim
[01:56.46] Tim revives see how he rises
[01:58.30] Timothy rising from the bed
[02:00.17] Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
[02:01.93] Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I'm dead.
[02:03.76] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[02:05.56] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[02:07.41] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[02:09.30] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[02:17.03]
[00:01.58] A gentle Irishman mighty odd
[00:03.47] He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
[00:05.22] To rise in the world he carried a hod
[00:07.03] You see he'd sort of a tippling way
[00:08.83] with love for a liquor poor Tim was born
[00:10.61] To help him on with his work every day
[00:13.49] He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'
[00:14.31] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[00:16.13] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[00:17.97] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[00:19.85] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[00:21.62] One morning Tim was rather full
[00:23.42] His head felt heavy which made him shake
[00:25.28] Fell from the ladder and broke his skull
[00:27.09] So they carried him home his corpse to wake
[00:28.80] Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
[00:30.73] And laid him upon the bed
[00:32.56] A bottle of whiskey at his feet
[00:34.37] And a gallon of porter at his head
[00:36.19] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[00:38.02] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[00:39.88] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[00:41.68] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[00:43.46] His friends assembled at his wake
[00:45.33] And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
[00:47.13] First they brought in tay and cake
[00:48.94] Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey and punch
[00:50.77] Biddy O'Brien began to cry
[00:52.65] Such a nice clean corpse did you ever did see
[00:54.49] Tim mavourneen, why did you die?
[00:56.28] Hold your gob said Paddy McGee.
[00:58.93] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[01:00.86] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[01:01.70] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[01:03.57] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[01:05.38] Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job
[01:07.11] Biddy she says You're wrong I'm sure
[01:09.07] Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
[01:10.81] And left her sprawling on the floor
[01:12.65] Then the war did soon engage
[01:14.45] Woman to Woman and Man to Man
[01:16.35] Shillelah law was all the rage
[01:18.17] And a row and a ruction soon began
[01:20.07] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[01:21.84] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[01:23.67] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[01:25.47] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[01:41.98] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[01:43.73] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[01:45.53] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[01:47.38] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[01:49.16] Mickey Maloney he raised his head
[01:51.02] When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
[01:52.87] It missed him falling on the bed
[01:54.62] The liquor scattered over Tim
[01:56.46] Tim revives see how he rises
[01:58.30] Timothy rising from the bed
[02:00.17] Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
[02:01.93] Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I'm dead.
[02:03.76] And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
[02:05.56] Welt the floor, your trotters shake
[02:07.41] Wasn't it the truth I told ya
[02:09.30] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[02:17.03]