Текст песни Finnegan's Wake - The Dubliners
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
But
Tim
had
a
bit
of
a
tipplers
way
But
the
love
for
the
liquor
he
was
born
And
to
send
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
ol'
head
felt
heavy
which
made
him
shake
He
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
Well
his
friends
assembled
at
the
wake
And
Mrs
Finnegan
called
for
lunch
Well
first
she
brought
in
tay
and
cake
Then
pipes,
tobacco
and
brandy
punch
Biddy
O'Brien
began
to
cry
"Such
a
lovely
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
Oh
when
Maggie
O'Connor
took
up
the
job
"Biddy"
says
she
"you're
wrong,
I'm
sure"
Biddy
fetched
her
a
belt
in
the
gob
And
left
her
sprawling
on
the
floor
Oh
civil
war
did
then
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
Well
Mick
Maloney
ducked
his
head
When
a
bucket
of
whiskey
flew
at
him
He
ducked
and
landing
on
the
bed
The
whiskey
scattered
over
Tim
Bedad
he
revives,
see
how
he
rises
Tim
falling
and
rising
in
the
bed
Saying
"Whittle
your
whiskey
around
Like
blazes,
with
a
t'underin'
Jaysus,
do
ye
think
I
was
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
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