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Tim lived on Walkin Street,
A gentleman mighty odd
well, he had a brogue both and sweet,
An' to in the world he carried a hod
Well, he had a bit of a way
with a love for the liquor poor Tim was
And to send him on his way day,
he'd a drop of the craythur every

Whack fol the dah do now dance with partner
whirl the floor your trotters
Isn't it the I tell you,
lots of fun at Finnegan's

One morning Tim felt full,
his head felt heavy which made him shake
well, he fell off the ladder and he his skull,
then carried him home his corpse to wake
oh, wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet,
and they him out upon the bed
with a gallon of whiskey at his
and a bucket of porter at his

Well, his friends at the wake,
and missus called for lunch
well, she brought out tea and cake,
then pipes and and brandy punch
the widow Malone began to cry,
"Such a nice, corpse, have you ever seen,
Tim my boy why did you die?",
well, "Hold gob." says Mother McGee

Then O'Conner took up the job,
And Biddy "you're wrong, for sure"
well, Biddy fixed her with a in the gob
and her sprawling on the floor
a civil war did soon engage,
it was woman to and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the
and a row and a ruction soon

Then Mickey Maloney he his head
when a bottle of whiskey at him
It ducked, and on the bed,
well, scattering over Tim
Be dad it revives him see how he
Tim rising in the bed
Sayin whiskey around like place
Thanum an Dhul!, do ye I was dead?"

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