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Date Posted: 02:00:00 03/20/05 Sun
Author: siempre
Subject: I finally got to sing this for a few folks....have ALWAYS wanted to try

Date: Sun Mar 20 2005 04:52
siempre33 (....and raise a little hell) ID#147464:
Copyright © 2002 siempre33/Kitco Inc. All rights reserved
Tim Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue both rich & sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way
But for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn

[CHORUS]
Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner
Round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye
We had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder & he broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head

[REPEAT CHORUS]

His friends assembled at the wake
And widow Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay & cake
Then pipes, tobacco & whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Tim auvreem! O why did you die?"
Will you hold your gob, said Paddy McGee

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry
O Biddy, says she, you're wrong I'm sure
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And sent her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
T'was woman to woman & man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row & a ruction soon began

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, & falling on the bed
The liquor splattered over Tim
Now the spirits new life gave the corpse,
.....my joy!
Tim jumped like a Trojan from the bed
Cryin', will ye wallop each girl & boy
Thunderin' Jaysus, do you think I'm dead?

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
Round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth I tell ye
We had lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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