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 assembled 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