Tim finnegan lived in walkin' street

A gentleman irishman mighty odd

He had a brogue both rich and sweet

And to rise in the world he carried a hod

Now tim had a sort of the tippler's way

With a love of the liquor poor tim was born

And to help him on with his work each day

He'd a drop of the cray-thur every morn

Whack fol me darlin' dance to your partner

Round the floor your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth i told you

Lots of fun at finnegan's wake

One mornin' tim felt rather full

His head was heavy and it made him shake

He fell off the ladder and broke his skull

So they carried him home his corpse to wake

They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet

And laid him out upon the bed

With a gallon of whiskey at his feet

And a case of the blue star at his head

Whack fol me darlin' dance to your partner

Round the floor your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth i told you

Lots of fun at finnegan's wake

His friends assembled at the wake

And mrs finnegan called for lunch

They brought in tea and whisky cake

Then pipes tobacco and brandy punch

Then biddy o'brien began to cry

Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see

O tim mavourneen why did you die

Arragh hold your gob says paddy mcghee

Whack fol me darlin' dance to your partner

Round the floor your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth i told you

Lots of fun at finnegan's wake

Then maggie o'connor took up the job

Now biddy says she you're wrong i'm sure

And biddy she gave her a belt in the gob

And left her sprawlin' on the floor

Civil war did then engage

'Twas woman to woman and man to man

Shillelagh law was all the rage

And a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol me darlin' dance to your partner

Round the floor your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth i told you

Lots of fun at finnegan's wake

Then mickey maloney ducked his head

When a bottle of whiskey flew at him

It missed and falling on the bed

The liquor scattered over tim

Tim revives see how he rises

Tim finnegan rising in the bed

Saying whirling your whiskey around like blazes

Well holy jesus do you think i'm dead

Whack fol me darlin' dance to your partner

Round the floor your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth i told you

Lots of fun at finnegan's wake

Whack fol me darlin' dance to your partner

Round the floor your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth i told you

Lots of fun at finnegan's wake

Finnegan's Wake - Brier