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Tim lived in Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman, odd
He had a both rich and sweet
An' to rise in the he carried a hod
You see a sort of a tipplers way
But the love for the poor Tim was born
And to help him on his way day
He'd a drop of the craythur morn

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Whack fol the dah, now dance your partner
Around the floor, your shake
Isn't it the truth, I you?
of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim rather full
His head felt heavy, which made him
He fell off his ladder and he broke his
So they carried him home, his to wake
wrapped him up in a nice, clean sheet
And they laid him out there the bed
With a bottle of whiskey at his
And a barrel of porter at his

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His friends at the wake
And Mrs Finnegan for lunch
First she served them tay and
Then pipes, tobacco and punch

O'Brien began to cry:
"Such a clean corpse, did you ever see
Tim avourneen, why did you die?"
"Will ye hould your gob?" Paddy McGee

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Then Ginny got the job:
"Biddy" she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a clapper the gob
And sent her sprawlin' on the
T'was the war did soon engage
It was to woman and man to man
law, did all engage
And a row and a soon began

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Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and on the bed
And the splattered over poor old Tim
Bedad he revives, now see him
Tim rise and up in the bed
Throwin' the whiskey around the
"T'underin' Jaysus, do ye I'm dead?"