Finnegan's Wake Lyrics - The High Kings

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street 

A gentle Irishman, mighty odd 

He had a brogue both rich and sweet 

An' to rise in the world he carried a hod 

You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way 

But the love for the liquor poor Tim was born 

And to help him on his way each day 

He'd a drop of the craythur every morn 

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Whack fol the dah, now dance with your partner 

Around the floor, your trotters shake 

Isn't it the truth, I tell you? 

Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake 

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One morning Tim felt rather full 

His head felt heavy, which made him shake 

He fell off his ladder and he broke his skull 

So they carried him home, his corpse to wake 

They wrapped him up in a nice, clean sheet 

And they laid him out there upon the bed 

With a bottle of whiskey at his feet 

And a barrel of porter at his head 

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His friends assembled at the wake 

And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch 

First she served them tay and cake 

Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch 

Biddy O'Brien began to cry: 

"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see 

Tim avourneen, why did you die?" 

"Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee 

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Then Ginny O'Harriton got the job: 

"Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure" 

Biddy gave her a clapper upon the gob 

And sent her sprawlin' on the floor 

T'was then the war did soon engage 

It was woman to woman and man to man 

Shillelagh law, did all engage 

And a row and a ruction soon began 

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Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head 

When a bucket of whiskey flew at him 

It missed, and landed on the bed 

And the whisky splattered over poor old Tim 

Bedad he revives, now see him rise 

Tim Finnegan rise and up in the bed 

Throwin' the whiskey around the place 

"T'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"