Christy Moore - Finnegan's wake lyrics

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman Mighty odd He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the World he carried a hod You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but the love for The liquor poor Tim was born To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the Craythur every morn Whack fol the dah now 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 got rather full, his head felt heavy Which made him shake Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they Carried him home his corpse to wake Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out Upon the bed A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter At his head Whack fol the dah now 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 His friends a**embled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan Called for lunch First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco And whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse Did you ever see Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your Gob?" said Paddy McGee Whack fol the dah now 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 Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure" Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling On the floor Then the war did soon 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 now 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 Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey Flew at him It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered Over Tim Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from The bed Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes T'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?" Whack fol the dah now 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 Whack fol the dah now 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