Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finnegan's Wake, artist - The Irish Rovers. Album song Hardstuff, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 31.01.1989
Record label: The Irish Rovers
Song language: English
Finnegan's Wake |
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street |
A gentle Irishman mighty odd |
He’d a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet |
To rise in the world he carried a hod |
You see he’d sort of a tippling way |
With love for a liquor poor Tim was born |
To help him on with his work every day |
He’d a drop of the Craythor every morn' |
One morning Tim was rather full |
His head felt heavy which made him shake |
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull |
So they carried him home his corpse to wake |
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet |
And laid him upon the bed |
A bottle of whiskey at his feet |
And a gallon of porter at his head |
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner |
Welt the floor, your trotters shake |
Wasn’t it the truth I told ya |
Lots of fun at Finnegan’s wake |
His friends assembled at his wake |
And Missus Finnegan called for lunch |
First they brought in tay and cake |
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey and punch |
Biddy O’Brien began to cry |
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever did see |
Tim mavourneen, why did you die? |
Hold your gob said Paddy McGee |
Then Peggy O’Connor took up the job |
Biddy she says You’re wrong I’m sure |
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob |
And left her sprawling on the floor |
Then the war did soon engage |
Woman to Woman and Man to Man |
Shillelah law was all the rage |
And a row and a ruction soon began |
Mickey Maloney he raised his head |
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him |
It missed him falling on the bed |
The liquor scattered over Tim |
Tim revives see how he rises |
Timothy rising from the bed |
Whirl your whiskey around like blazes |
Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I’m dead |