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    The Clancy Brothers / Lyrics

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    "Finnegan's Wake" Lyrics

    The Clancy Brothers feat. Tommy Makem

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    Tim Finnegan lived in walken street,
    A gentle irishman -- mighty odd
    He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
    To rise in the world he carried a hod,
    See he'd sort of a tipplin way:
    With 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'


    Whack fol-de-dah
    Now dance to your partner,
    Welt the floor,
    Your trotters shake
    Wasn't it the truth
    They told ye 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,
    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 bottle of porter at his head


    His friends assembled at the wake
    And misses Finnegan called for lunch
    First she brought in tea and cake
    Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
    Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
    Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see
    Tim mavournin why did you die
    "Arrah hold your gob", said Paddy Mcgee.


    then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
    "ah!" Biddy says she ye're wrong i'm sure,
    Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
    And left her sprawling on the floor,
    Then the war did soon engage
    Woman to woman and man to man
    Shillelagh-law was all the rage,
    An a row and a ruction soon began


    Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
    When a nuggin of whiskey flew at him,
    It missed him, falling on the bed,
    The liquor scattered over Tim.
    Tim revives, See how he rises,
    Timothy rising from the bed.
    Then whirl your whisky around like blazes
    "Thanum o'n Dhoul, Do ye think i'm dead!"
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Finbarr Cormac Robert Clancy, Ewan Martin Joel Cowley, Brian Joseph Dunphy, Martin Thomas Furey, Darren Richard Holden, N Unknown Writer.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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