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Traditional
  1. Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
    A gentle Irishman mighty odd,
    He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
    And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
    You see he'd a sort of the tipplin' way,
    With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born,
    To help him on with his work each day,
    He’d a "drop o’ the cray-thur” ev'ry morn.
    Whack fol the da now, dance to your partner
    Welt the floor your trotters shake
    Wasn't it the truth I told you,
    Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.
  2. His friends assembled at the Wake,
    And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
    First they brought in tay, and cake,
    Then pipes, tobacco, and whisky punch.
    Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
    Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
    Tim Mavourneen why did you die?
    Arrah hold your gob said Paddy McGhee.
    Whack fol the da now, dance to your partner
    Welt the floor your trotters shake
    Wasn't it the truth I told you,
    Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.
  3. Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job,
    Oh Biddy says 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,
    Shelelaigh law was all the rage,
    And a row, and a ruction soon began.
    Whack fol the da now, dance to your partner
    Welt the floor your trotters shake
    Wasn't it the truth I told you,
    Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.
  4. Then Mickey Maloney raised his head,
    When a noggin of whisky flew at him,
    It missed and falling on the bed,
    The liquor scattered over Tim.
    Tim revives see how he rises,
    Timothy rising from the bed,
    Said, "Whirl your whisky around like blazes,
    Thanum an dial do you think I'm dead?"
    Whack fol the da now, dance to your partner
    Welt the floor your trotters shake
    Wasn't it the truth I told you,
    Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.