Lyrics Finnigan's Wake - The Clancy Brothers
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
To
help
him
on
his
way
each
day,
He'd
a
drop
of
the
craythur
every
morn
Whack
fol
the
dah
now
dance
to
yer
Partner
around
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
bottle
of
whiskey
at
his
feet
and
a
barrel
of
porter
at
his
head
Whack
fol
the
dah
now
dance
to
yer
Partner
around
the
flure
yer
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
First
she
brought
in
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
Whack
fol
the
dah
now
dance
to
yer
Partner
around
the
flure
yer
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,
"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,
t'was
woman
to
woman
and
man
to
man
Shillelagh
law
was
all
the
rage
and
a
row
and
a
ruction
soon
began
Whack
fol
the
dah
now
dance
to
yer
Partner
around
the
flure
yer
trotters
shake
Wasn't
it
the
truth
I
told
you?
Lots
of
fun
at
Finnegan's
Wake
Mickey
Maloney
ducked
his
head
when
a
bucket
of
whiskey
flew
at
him
It
missed,
and
falling
on
the
bed,
the
liquor
scattered
over
Tim
Bedad
he
revives,
see
how
he
rises,
Timothy
rising
from
the
bed
Saying
"Whittle
your
whiskey
around
like
Blazes,
t'underin'
Jaysus,
do
ye
think
I'm
dead?"
Whack
fol
the
dah
now
dance
to
yer
Partner
around
the
flure
yer
trotters
shake
Wasn't
it
the
truth
I
told
you?
Lots
of
fun
at
Finnegan's
Wake
Whack
fol
the
dah
now
dance
to
yer
Partner
around
the
flure
yer
trotters
shake
Wasn't
it
the
truth
I
told
you?
Lots
of
fun
at
Finnegan's
Wake
These
lyrics
may
or
may
not
be
copyrighted!
1 The Foggy Dew
2 Whiskey You're the Devil
3 Tipperary Far Away
4 Eammon an Chnuic
5 Rosin the Bow
6 The Moonshiner
7 Whack Fol the Diddle
8 The Croppy Boy
9 Mick McGuire
10 The Minstrel Boy
11 Portlairge
12 Bold Thady Quill
13 The Real Old Mountain Dew
14 Kelly the Boy from Killanne
15 Kevin Barry
16 The Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe
17 Johnny McEldoo
18 Courtin' in the Kitchen
19 The Wind That Shakes the Barley
20 Cruiscin Lan
21 Nell Flaherty's Drake
22 O Donnell Aboo
23 Boulavogue
24 A Jug of Punch
25 Finnigan's Wake
26 The Parting Glass
27 Men of the West
28 The Rising Of The Moon
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