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

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

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

One Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy which him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his
They carried him home, his corpse to

him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out the bed
A gallon of whiskey at his
And a of porter at his head

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

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

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

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

Then Maggie 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 engage
to woman and man to man
Shillelah law was all the
An a row and a ruction began

fol, de, dah
Now, to your partner
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots 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
Timothy rising the bed
Then your whiskey around
Like Thanum an Dhul
Do ye I'm dead?