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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
With love for the liquor Tim was born
To help him on with his work day
a drop of the craythur every morn'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", biddy says, she wrong, I'm sure
Biddy gave her a belt 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, to your partner
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they told ye of fun
At Finnegan's

Then Mickey Maloney raised his
a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It him falling on the bed
The liquor scattered Tim

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