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

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

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

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

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

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

His assembled at the wake
And misses called for lunch
First she in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and punch

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

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

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

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

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

Then Mickey raised his head
When a of whiskey flew at him
It him falling on the bed
The scattered over Tim

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