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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There the war did soon
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
Welt the floor, your shake
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At wake

Then Mickey Maloney raised his
When a bottle of whiskey at him
It missed him 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 think I'm