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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Biddy began to cry
Such a nice 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, trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they 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
to woman and man to man
Shillelah law was all the
An a row and a soon began

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

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

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