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

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

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

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His assembled at the wake
And Mrs called for lunch
First she them tay and cake
Then pipes, and whiskey punch

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

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Then O'Harriton got the job:
"Biddy" she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
gave her a clapper upon the gob
And sent her sprawlin' on the
then the war did soon engage
It was woman to and man to man
Shillelagh law, did all
And a row and a ruction soon

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