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Tim Finnegan in watling street
A gentle Irishman, odd
He'd a brogue so rich and sweet
To in the world, he carried a hod

See, he'd sort of a way
With love for the liquor poor Tim was
To him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
Welt the floor, your trotters
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At wake

One morning Tim got full
His head heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his
They carried him home, his to wake

Rolled him up in a nice sheet
And laid him out the bed
A of whiskey at his feet
And a bottle of porter at his

fol, de, dah
Now, to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
Wasn't it the truth, they ye lots of fun
At wake

His friends assembled at the
And misses called for lunch
First she brought in tea and
Then pipes, tobacco and punch

Biddy began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever
Tim mavourneen, why did you
Arrah, hold your gob, said Patty

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At wake

Then Maggie took up the job
"Arrah", biddy says, she wrong, I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a on the gob
And left her sprawling on the

the war did soon engage
Woman to and man to man
Shillelah law was all the
An a row and a soon began

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to partner
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

Then Mickey Maloney his head
When a bottle of flew at him
It missed him on the bed
The liquor scattered Tim

Tim revives, see how he
Timothy rising the bed
Then Whirl whiskey around
blazes Thanum an Dhul
Do ye think I'm