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Tim Finnegan's Wake
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling street
A gentleman irishman mighty odd
He had a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he had a sort of a tippling way
With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
And to help him on his work every day
He had a drop of the craythur every morn'
Whack fol-de-dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ye?
Lot's of fun at Finnegan's wake
One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy, which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
So they carried him home his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a bottle of Whisky at his feet
And a gallon of porter at his head
His friends assembled at his wake
And missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tea and cake
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The pipes, tobacco and whisky-punch
Then Biddy O'Brian began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Arrah! Tim avourneen, why did you die?
Arrah! Hould your gob sez Billy MaGee
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job
Arrah! Biddy, says she, Ye're wrong I'm sure
But Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Each side in war did soon engage
It was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelah-law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bottle of whisky flew at him
It missed him, falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
Tim revives! See how he rises!
Timothy rising from the bed
Crying whirl your whisky around like blazes
Glory be to God, do ye think I'm dead
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