Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Finnegan's Wake , by - Ronnie Drew. Release date: 04.03.2009
Song language: English
Finnegan's Wake |
| Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street |
| A gentleman Irish mighty odd |
| Well, he had a tongue both rich and sweet |
| An' to rise in the world he carried a hod |
| Ah but Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way |
| With the love of the liquor he was born |
| An' to send him on his way each day |
| He’d a drop of the craythur every morn |
| Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner |
| Around the flure yer trotters shake |
| Wasn’t it the truth I told you? |
| Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake |
| One morning Tim was rather full |
| His head felt heavy which made him shake |
| He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull |
| And they carried him home his corpse to wake |
| Well they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet |
| And they laid him out upon the bed |
| With a bottle of whiskey at his feet |
| And a barrel of porter at his head |
| Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner |
| Around the flure yer trotters shake |
| Wasn’t it the truth I told you? |
| Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake |
| Well his friends assembled at the wake |
| And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch |
| Well first they brought in tay and cake |
| Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch |
| Then the widow Malone began to cry |
| «Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see |
| Arrah, Tim avourneen, why did you die?» |
| «Will ye hould your gob?» |
| said Molly McGee |
| Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner |
| Around the flure yer trotters shake |
| Wasn’t it the truth I told you? |
| Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake |
| Well Mary O’Connor took up the job |
| «Biddy» says she «you're wrong, I’m sure» |
| Well Biddy gave her a belt in the gob |
| And left her sprawling on the floor |
| Well civil war did then engage |
| T’was woman to woman and man to man |
| Shillelagh law was all the rage |
| And a row and a ruction soon began |
| Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner |
| Around the flure yer trotters shake |
| Wasn’t it the truth I told you? |
| Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake |
| Well Tim Maloney raised his head |
| When a bottle of whiskey flew at him |
| He ducked, and landing on the bed |
| The whiskey scattered over Tim |
| Bedad he revives, see how he rises |
| Tim Finnegan rising in the bed |
| Saying «Whittle your whiskey around like blazes |
| T’underin' Jaysus, do ye think I’m dead?» |
| Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner |
| Around the flure yer trotters shake |
| Wasn’t it the truth I told you? |
| Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake |