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Tim lived in watling street
A Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful so rich and sweet
To rise in the world, he a hod

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

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

One morning Tim got rather
His head felt heavy made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he his skull
They carried him home, his to wake

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

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

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

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

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

Then Maggie O'Connor 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

the war did soon engage
Woman to and man to man
law was all the rage
An a row and a ruction soon

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

Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a of whiskey flew at him
It missed him on the bed
The liquor over Tim

Tim revives, see how he
rising from the bed
Then Whirl your around
blazes Thanum an Dhul
Do ye I'm dead?