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Tim Finnegan in watling street
A Irishman, mighty odd
a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
To in the world, he carried a hod

See, sort of a tipplin' way
With love for the liquor Tim was born
To help him on with his work day
a drop of the craythur every morn'

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

One morning Tim got full
His head felt heavy which made him
Fell from a ladder and he his skull
carried him home, his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a clean sheet
And laid him out the bed
A gallon of at his feet
And a bottle of at his head

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

His friends at the wake
And misses Finnegan for lunch
she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, and whiskey punch

Biddy O'Brien to cry
Such a nice corpse, did you ever see?
Tim mavourneen, why did you
Arrah, hold your gob, said Megee

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

Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", says, she ye're wrong, I'm sure
then 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 soon began

fol, de, dah
Now, to your partner
Welt the floor, your shake
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

Then Mickey raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey at him
It missed him on the bed
The scattered over Tim

Tim revives, see how he
Timothy from the bed
Whirl your whiskey around
Like blazes Thanum an
Do ye I'm dead?