Tim Finnigan's Wake lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Town Pants
Album: Liverdance

Lyrics

Tim finnegan lived in walkin' street
A gentle irishman mighty odd;
He'd a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
Now tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
With a love of for the liquor poor tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn

Whack fol the darn o, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at finnegan's wake!

One mornin' tim felt rather full
His head was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and 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
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head

His friends assembled at the wake
And mrs. finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
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 said paddy mcghee!

Then maggie o'connor took up the job
"O biddy," says she, "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor
And then the war did soon engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began

Then mickey maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over tim!
The corpse revives! see how he raises!
Timothy rising from the bed
Says,"whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an dhul! do you thunk I'm dead?"