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Tim Finnegan lived in watling
A gentle Irishman, odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and
To rise in the world, he a hod

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

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

One morning Tim got rather
His head felt which made him shake
Fell a ladder and he broke his skull
They carried him home, his corpse to

Rolled him up in a nice 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 partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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