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Tim Finnegan in Wattling Street
A gentle mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and
To rise in the he carried a hod

See sort of a tripling way
With love for a liquor poor Tim was
To help him on with his each day
He'd a of the Craythor every morn'

One Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy, which him shake
Fell from the ladder and his skull
So carried him home, his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a nice clean
And laided him the bed
A bottle of at his feet
And a gallon of at his head

And whack now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I you
Lots of fun at wake

His friends at his wake
And Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and
Then pipes, and whiskey punch

Biddy begged to cry
Such a nice clean did you see
Aye, Tim me boy, oh why did you
Arrah your gob said Paddy MCGee

And whack now dance to your partner
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the I told you
Lots of fun at wake

Then O'Connor took up the job
Biddy says she you're wrong I'm
Biddy gave her a belt on the gob
And her sprawling on the floor

There the war did soon
to woman and man to man
Shillelah-law was all the
An a row and a ruction soon

Mickey Maloney his head
a bottle Of whiskey flew at him
It him falling on the bed
The scattered over Tim

Tim revives, see how he
rising from the bed
Whirl your whiskey around like
Tonamondeal, do you think I'm

And whack Fol-De-Dah now to your partner
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the truth I you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's

And whack now dance to your partner
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the I told you
of fun at Finnegan's wake