Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finnegan's Wake, artist - The Ferrymen. Date of issue: 07.03.2012
Song language: English
Finnegan's Wake |
| Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd |
| He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod |
| You see he’d a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was |
| born |
| To help him on his way each day, he’d a drop of the craythur every morn |
| Whack fol the dah now 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 got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake |
| Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse |
| to wake |
| Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed |
| A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head |
| Whack fol the dah now 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 |
| His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch |
| First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch |
| Biddy O’Brien began to cry, «Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see, |
| Tim avourneen, why did you die?», «Will ye hould your gob?"said Paddy McGee |
| Whack fol the dah now 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 |
| Then Maggie O’Connor took up the job, «Biddy"says she «you're wrong, I’m sure» |
| Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor |
| Then the war did soon 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 now 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 |
| Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him |
| It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim |
| Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed |
| Saying «Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t’underin' Jaysus, |
| do ye think I’m dead?» |
| Whack fol the dah now 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 |
| Whack fol the dah now 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 |