Clancy Brothers - Finnegan's Wake lyrics

Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street A gentleman Irish 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 a 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 of the craythur every morn And whack fol the darn O dance to yer partner Whirl the flure Yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? 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 and 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 gallon of whiskey at his feet And a barrel of porter at his head [Chorus] His friends a**embled at the wake And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch First she brought in tay and cakes Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brian began to cry "Such a nice clean corpse did ye ever see? Tim avourneen, O why did you die?" "Will ye hold your gob?" said Paddy McGee [Chorus] Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job "O 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 Woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage And a row and a ruction soon began [Chorus] Then Mickey Maloney raised his head When a noggin of whiskey 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 Says "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes Thanam o'n dhoul, do ye think I'm dead?" [Chorus]