Finnegan’s Wake The Clancy Brothers (Ft. The Dubliners)
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Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street
A gentleman Irish mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplin' way
With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn
And whack fol the darn
O dance to yer partner
Whirl 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 gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
A gentleman Irish mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplin' way
With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn
And whack fol the darn
O dance to yer partner
Whirl 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 gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
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