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Tim lived in watling street
A Irishman, mighty odd
a beautiful 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 morn'

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

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

Rolled him up in a nice clean
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, trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At wake

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

O'Brien began to cry
Such a clean 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 shake
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At wake

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 left her 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, dance to your
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the truth, they ye lots of fun
At wake

Then Mickey Maloney his head
When a of whiskey flew at him
It him falling on the bed
The scattered over Tim

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