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

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

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

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

him up in a nice clean sheet
And him out upon the bed
A of whiskey at his feet
And a bottle of porter at his

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

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

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

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

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

There the war did soon
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
Welt the floor, your trotters
it the truth, they 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 scattered Tim

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