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

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

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

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

him up in a nice 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, to your partner
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they told ye of fun
At wake

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

Biddy O'Brien 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, dance to partner
Welt the floor, trotters shake
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

Then O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", biddy says, she ye're wrong, I'm
Biddy then gave her a on the gob
And left her on the floor

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, trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

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

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