Finnegan's Wake Lyrics - Singles - The Tossers

Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street, 

A gentleman Irish mighty odd 

well, he had a brogue both rich and sweet, 

An' to rise in the world he carried a hod 

Well, he had a bit of a timmlin' way 

with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born 

And to send him on his way each day, 

he'd a drop of the craythur every morn 

[Chorus:] 

Whack fol the dah do now dance with your partner 

whirl the floor your trotters shake 

Isn't it the truth I tell you, 

lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake 

One morning Tim felt rather full, 

his ole' head felt heavy which made him shake 

well, he fell off the ladder and he broke his skull, 

then they carried him home his corpse to wake 

oh, they wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet, 

and they laid him out upon the bed 

with a gallon of whiskey at his feet 

and a bucket of porter at his head 

[Chorus] 

Well, his friends assembled at the wake, 

and missus Finnegan called for lunch 

well, first she brought out tea and cake, 

then pipes and tobacco and brandy punch 

Then the widow Malone began to cry, 

"Such a nice, clean corpse, have you ever seen, 

Saying Tim my boy why did you die?", 

well, "Hold your gob." says Mother McGee 

[Chorus] 

Then Maggie O'Conner took up the job, 

And Biddy says "you're wrong, for sure" 

well, Biddy fixed her with a belt in the gob 

and sent her sprawling on the floor 

then a civil war did soon engage, 

it was 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 he ducked his head 

when a bottle of whiskey flew at him 

It ducked, and landed on the bed, 

well, whiskey scattering over Tim 

Be dad it revives him see how he rises 

Tim Finnegans rising in the bed 

Sayin whirl whiskey around like place 

Thanum an Dhul!, do ye think I was dead?" 

[Chorus 2x]