Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in watling 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 a man with his work each day
 He'd a drop of the craythin' 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
 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
 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
 Tim me, boy, yadda, hoy, dida, ho, yada
 ‽Arrah, hold your gob", said Patty Megee
 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
 Then O'Connor took up the job
 "Arrah", 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
 There the war did soon engage
 Woman to woman and man to man
 Shillelah law was all the rage
 An a row and a ruction soon began
 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
 Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
 When a bottle 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 whiskey around
 Like blazes Thanum o'n Dhoul
 Do ye think I'm dead?