Tim Finnegan lived in Grafton Street, a gentleman Irish, mighty odd Had a tongue both rich and sweet to rise in the world he carried a hod Tim he'd a sort of the tipp' lin' way with the love of 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 da, will you dance to your partner round the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you lots of fun at Finnegan's wake One mornin' Tim was rather full his head felt heavy, which made him shake He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull And they carried him home his corpse to wake They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet and laid him on upon the bed With a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head Whack fol the da, will you dance to your partner round the floor your 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 they brought in tay and cake then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Widow Malone began to cry: "Such a lovely clean corpse did you ever see? Tim Mavourneen why did you die?" "Will you hold your gob" said Paddy McGee Whack fol the da, will you dance to your partner round the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Well Maggie O'Riley took the job: "O Biddy," says she "you're wrong" Billy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor Well Civil War did engage, it 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 da, will you dance to your partner round the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Well Tim Maloney raised his head when a bottle of whiskey flew at him He duce and landing on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim Bedad he revives, see how he rises Tim Finnegan rising on the bed said "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes Thundering Jesus, you think I'm dead?" Whack fol the da, will you dance to your partner round the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Whack fol the da, will you dance to your partner round the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you lots of fun at Finnegan, Finnegan, Finnegan, Finnegan's wake