Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Walker Street
A gentle Irishman, mighty odd
He had a brogue so rich and sweet
And a rise in the world, sure he carried a hod
Now you see the sort of the tipplers' way
Where the love of the liquor for Tim was born
Help him on his work each day
To top of the crate or every morn

Whack for your Dan, oh, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, you totter, shake
Wasn't the truth I told you so
There's lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

One morning Tim felt rather full
Ah, his head was heavy which made him shake
Well, he fell off the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home, a corpse to wake
Well, they wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
And they laid him out upon the bed
A gallon of porter at his feet
And a naggin' of whiskey at his head

Whack for your Dan, oh, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, you totter, shake
Wasn't the truth I told you so
There's lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch (Lunch!)
First she brought out tea and cakes
Then pipes, tobaccy, whiskey, punch
Then Biddy O'Brien began to cry
Said, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim overeet, why did you die?"
"Have none of your guilts," said Biddy McGee

Whack for your Dan, oh, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, you totter, shake
Wasn't the truth I told you so
There's lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"Ah, Biddy," says she, "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Then Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And she left her sprawled out on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
Carrow and eruption soon began

Whack for your Dan, oh, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, you totter, shake
Wasn't the truth I told you so
There's lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a naggin' of whiskey flew at him
Well, it missed and fallen on the bed
Oh, the whiskey scattered over Tim
Well, begonnance he revives, see how he rises
Timothy rising from the dead
Said, "Whirl that whiskey 'round like blazes
Son of a Jesus, do you think I'm dead?"

Whack for your Dan, oh, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, you totter, shake
Wasn't the truth I told you so
There's lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Whack for your Dan, oh, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, you totter, shake
Wasn't the truth I told you so
There's lots of fun at Finnegan's wake