Marc Gunn & The Dubliners' Tabby Cats - Furagone's Wake lyrics

Tim Furagone lived on Walklin Street A gentle Sphynx Cat mighty odd He had a meow both thick and sweet And to jump off a fence he'd land with a thod Now the cat had a sorta nibbler's way For the love of the herb he was born And to help him on his way each day He'd roll in the catnip every morn [ch] A whack for the dog Then dance with all laughter Round the floor a rat's tail chase Jump on a shelf. Now what will we shatter? Lots of fun at Furagone's Wake One morning Tim pounced on a fowl Up on a roof top. His paws did skate He fell from the roof, his ninth life gone They carried him home his corpse to wake They rolled him up in a shredded bed sheet And laid him out in his cat bed With a bottle of milk at his tail And a ball of string at his head The Tom cats gathered at the wake A fluffy Persian brought a fish for lunch A Calico shared his tuna fish cake While an Abysinnian lapped catnip punch Then Kitty O'Brian began to cry "Mreooooow, it's sad to see! Such a young cat to lose nine lives." "Will ye bite your tail," said Paddy Furry Then Maggie O'Mackrel took up the yowl "Oh Kitty," says she, "Go tend your fur." Then Kitty bit her on the paw And sent them clawing on the floor Then a Cat Fight did soon engage It was Manx to Manx And Tab to Tab Whiskers and fur flew round insane Some wounds we lick will never scab Then Sean Abysinn ducked his head When a bucket of catnip flew at him It missed and landed on the cat bed The catnip scattered all over Tim Well the strength of the herb gave him life once more Tim leaped like a lion from the bed Growling, "For Bast's sake, bite your fur! If ye waste my catnip, you'll make me mad!'