Tim Finnegan lived in
Walkin' Street
A gentleman, Irish,
mighty odd
He had a brogue
both rich
and sweet
And to rise
in the world he
carried a hod
Now Tim had a
sort of the
tipplin' way
With a love of
the whiskey
he was born
And to help him
on with his work
each day
he'd a drop of the
cray-thur every morn
Whack fol the darn O
Dance to your partner
'Round the floor with
your trotters shake
Isn't it the
truth I told you
Lots of fun at
Finnegan's wake
One mornin'
Tim was rather full
His head was
heavy which
made him shake
He fell from
the ladder and
broke his skull
And they carried
him home his
corpse to wake
They wrapped him
up in a nice
clean sheet
And laid him out
upon the bed
A gallon of whiskey
at his feet
And a barrel of
porter at his head
Whack fol the darn O
Dance to your partner
'Round the floor with
your trotters shake
Isn'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 they brought
in tay and cake
Then pipes,
tobacco and
a brandy punch
Then the widow
Malone began
to cry
Such a lovely corpse
did you ever see
Ah Tim avourneen
why did you die
Will you hold
your gob!
said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the darn O
Dance to your partner
'Round the floor with
your trotters shake
Isn't it the
truth I told you
Lots of fun at
Finnegan's wake
Old Mary Murphy
took up the job
Oh Biddy she said
You're wrong I'm sure
Oh well Biddy gave
her a belt in the gob
And left
her sprawling
on the floor
And then the war
did soon engage
'Twas woman to
woman and
man to man
Shillelagh law was
all the rage
And a row and a
ruction soon began
Whack fol the darn O
Dance to your partner
'Round the floor with
your trotters shake
Isn't it the
truth I told you
Lots of fun at
Finnegan's wake
Then Tim Maloney
ducked his head
When a noggin of
whiskey flew
at him
It missed,
and falling
on the bed
The liquor
scattered over Tim
The corpse revives
See how he rises
Timothy rising
from the bed
Says:
Spillin' your whiskey
around like blazes
Well thunderin' jesus
Do you thunk
I'm dead?
Whack fol the darn O
Dance to your partner
'Round the floor with
your trotters shake
Isn't it the
truth I told you
Lots of fun at
Finnegan's wake