Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a tongue of both rich and sweet
And a rise in the world he carried a hod
Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way
With the love of the liquor oh he was born
To send him on his way each day
He'd drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
Welt the floor yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull
They carried him home his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
Welt the floor yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see
Tim avourneen, why did you die?"
"Ah shut your gob" said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
Welt the floor yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"Oh Biddy" she says "you're wrong, I'm sure
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Civil war did then engage
Was woman to woman and man to man
Shilelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
Welt the floor yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
He ducked, and landed on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revives, see how he rises
Timothy rising from the dead
"Whittle your whiskey around like blazes
Thunderin' Jesus, you think I'm dead?
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
Welt the floor yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
Welt the floor yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake