[Verse 1]
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
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He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod
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You see he'd a sort of a tippler's way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
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To help him on his work each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn
[Refrain]
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse 2]
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One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
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Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
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Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
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A gallon of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse 3]
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His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
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First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
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Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
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Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse 4]
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Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
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Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
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Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
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Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse 5]
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Then Mickey Maloney raised his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
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It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
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Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
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Said "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I'm dead?"
[Refrain]
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
