Dubliners - Finnigan's Wake lyrics

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street A gentleman Irish mighty odd Well, he had a tongue both rich and sweet An' to rise in the world he carried a hod Ah but Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way With the love of the liquor he was born An' to send him on his way each day He'd a drop of the craythur every morn Whack fol the dah will ya 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 was rather full His head felt heavy which made him shake He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull And they carried him home his corpse to wake Well they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet And they laid him out upon the bed With a bottle of whiskey at his feet And a barrel of porter at his head Whack fol the dah will ya 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 a**embled at the wake And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch Well first they brought in tay and cake Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch Then the widow Malone began to cry "Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see Arrah, Tim avourneen, why did you die?" "Will ye hould your gob?" said Molly McGee Whack fol the dah will ya 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 Mary O'Connor took up the job "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure" Well Biddy gave her a belt in the gob And left her sprawling on the floor Well 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 will ya 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 Tim Maloney raised his head When a bottle 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 Finnegan rising in the bed Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes T'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?" Whack fol the dah will ya 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