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

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

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

One morning Tim got rather
His head heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he his skull
They carried him home, his to wake

Rolled him up in a clean sheet
And him out upon the bed
A gallon of at his feet
And a bottle of at his head

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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