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Whack fol me darlin’, dance to your partner One mornin' Tim felt rather full. Whack fol me darlin’, dance to your partner His friends assembled at the wake. Whack fol me darlin’, dance to your partner Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job. Whack fol me darlin’, dance to your partner Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head. Whack fol me darlin’, dance to your partner Whack fol me darlin’, dance to your partner
Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
His head was heavy and it made him shake;
He fell off the ladder and broke his skull
So 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 case of the blue star at his head.
Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
They brought in tea and whisky cake.
Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch.
Then Biddy O'Brien began to cry.
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
"O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
Arragh, hold your gob says Paddy McGhee!
Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
"Now Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
And Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob.
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
Civil war did then engage.
'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage.
And a row and a ruction soon began.
Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and falling on the bed.
The liquor scattered over Tim!
Tim revives! See how he rises!
Tim finnegan rising in the bed,
Saying , "Whirling your whiskey around like blazes.
Well Holy Jesus! Do you think I'm dead?"
Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
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Tim {C}Finnegan lived in Walkin' {Am}Street.
A gentleman, Irish, {F}mighty odd;
He {C}had a brogue both rich and sweet.
And to {Am}rise in the world he {F}carried a hod.
Now Tim {C}had a sort of the tipplers way.
{Am}With a love of the liquor he was {C}born
And to {C}help him on with his way each day.
{Am}He'd a drop of the cray-thur every {F}morn.