Tim Finnegan’s Wake The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem

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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman, 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 the love of the liquor, poor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Chorus:
Whack for the day now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

One mornin' Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy, which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head

Whack for the day now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake