Finnegan’s Wake The Clancy Brothers (Ft. The Dubliners)

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