| Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
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| A gentleman Irish mighty odd
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| Well, he had a tongue 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 a 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 craythur every morn
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| Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner
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| Around the flure yer trotters shake
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| Wasn’t it the truth I told you?
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| Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
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| 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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| Well they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
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| And 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
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| Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner
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| Around the flure yer trotters shake
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| Wasn’t it the truth I told you?
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| Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
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| Well his friends assembled at the wake
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| And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
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| Well first they brought in tay 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 avourneen, why did you die?»
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| «Will ye hould your gob?» |
| said Molly McGee
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| Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner
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| Around the flure yer trotters shake
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| Wasn’t it the truth I told you?
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| Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
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| Well Mary O’Connor took up the job
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| «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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| Well civil war did then engage
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| T’was 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
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| Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner
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| Around the flure yer trotters shake
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| Wasn’t it the truth I told you?
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| Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
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| Well Tim Maloney raised 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?»
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| Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer partner
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| Around the flure yer trotters shake
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| Wasn’t it the truth I told you?
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| Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Finnegan's Wake , by - The Highwaymen. Song from the album The Water of Life - A Celtic Collection, in the genre Музыка мира