They came in their utes and their fine Sunday suits
There was brandy and whiskey and ale
For the word has gone out to the stations about
The old ba*tard had booted the pail
We stood round the box with a scotch on the rocks
And drank to the health of the corpse
Someone sang ‘Danny Boy' we started to cry
Then we had a drop more of the turps
Tim, mavoureen, why did you die
And you in the height of your power
We'll send you off drunk in a nice wooden trunk
With a big bunch of polythene flowers
Said Biddy McGee, now listen to me
He's had more than his three score and ten
Take him off to the bar, we'll buy him a jar
Then we'll lug his old box back again
We picked up the cask and we set to the task
Off down the wallaby track
Said Biddy by gum he weighs half a ton
Put his old bag of bones in a sack
Tim, mavoureen, why did you die
We bought the first round, we knocked it straight down
With a chorus of ‘Isn't It Grand'
Then a bucket or two of the old mountain dew
We're so pissed that no ba*tard could stand
The priest he said Christ I'm so f**kin' sliced
Pour me into me collar and vest
Then it's off to the church we staggered and lurched
For to lay the old ba*tard to rest
Tim, mavoureen, why did you die
We stood around the grave, the sermon was gave
And we prayed to the Lord for his soul
Alright said the priest, we'll take the deceased
And chuck him down into that hole
We looked all around but he couldn't be found
We were all too f**ked up for the job
And we'd all got so blind we'd left him behind
Lying there on the floor of the pub
Tim, mavoureen, where are you now
Are you down at the pub after hours?
Are you lying there drunk in your nice wooden trunk
With a big bunch of polythene flowers