Finnegan's wake
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1. Ah Tim Finnegan
lived in Walking Street,
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a gentleman Irish mighty odd.
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He had a brogue both rich and sweet,
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an' to rise in the world he carried a hod.
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Ah but Tim had a sort of tipplin' way,
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with the love of the liquor he was born.
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An' to send him on his way each day,
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he'd a drop of the crater ev'ry morn.
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Whack fol de dah,
will ya dance to yer partner,
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around the floor with
yer trotters shake.
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Isn't it the truth I
told you?
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Lots of fun at
Finnegan's wake.
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2. So one morning Tim
was rather full,
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his head felt heavy which made him shake.
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He fell off the ladder and he broke his
skull,
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and they carried him home his corpse to
wake.
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Oh, they wrapped him up in a nice clean
sheet,
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they laid him out upon the bed,
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with a bottle of whiskey at his feet,
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and a barrel of porter at his head. + CHORUS
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3. Well his friends
assembled at the wake,
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and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch.
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Well ,first she brought some tea and cake,
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then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch.
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Then the widow Malone began to cry,
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'Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see,
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Arrah, Tim Mavourneen, why did you die?'
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'Will ye hold your gob?' said Molly
McGee. + CHORUS
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4. Oh well, Mary
Murphy took up the job,
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'Ah, Biddy' says she 'you're wrong, I'm
sure'.
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Well, Biddy gave her a belt in the gob,
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and left her sprawling on the floor.
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A civil war did then engage,
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'twas woman to woman and man to man,
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Shillelagh law was all the rage,
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and a row and a ruction soon began. + CHORUS
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5. Oh, Tim Maloney
ducked his head
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when a bottle of whiskey flew at him
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He ducked and, landing on the bed,
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the whiskey scattered over Tim.
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Bedad he revives, see how he rises,
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Tim Finnegan rising in the bed,
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saying 'Whittle your whiskey around like
blazes,
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t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm
dead?' + CHORUS
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