Karaoké Finnegan's Wake (live) The Dubliners

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street a gentleman Irish mighty odd

He had a brogue both rich and sweet

An' to rise in the world he carried a hod

You see he'd a sort of a tippler's way

But the love for the liquor he was born

To help him on his way each day

He'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer

Partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Isn't it the truth I told you? lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Then one morning Tim got rather full

His head felt heavy which made him shake

He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull

And they carried him home his corpse to wake

When they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet they laid him out upon the bed

With a bottle of whiskey at his feet

And a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer

Partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Isn't it the truth I told you? lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Well his friends assembled at the wake

And Misses Finnegan called for lunch

Well first she brought some tay and cake

Then pipes tobacco and brandy punch

And the widow Malone began to cry

Ah such a lovely corpse did you ever see

Arrah Tim avourneen why did you die?

Will ye hould your gob? said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer

Partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Isn't it the truth I told you? lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Oh well Maggie O'Connor took up the job

And Biddy she says how right you are

Well Biddy gave her a belt in the Gob

And left her sprawling on the floor

A civil war did engage t'was woman to woman and man to man

Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer

Partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Isn't it the truth I told you? lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Well Tim Maloney ducked his head

When a bucket of whiskey flew at him

It ducked and landing on the bed the whiskey scattered over Tim

Bedad he revives and see how he rises

Tim Finnegan rising in the bed

Saying Whittle your whiskey around like blazes

T'underin' Jaysus do ye think I'm dead?

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer

Partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Isn't it the truth I told you? lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake