The liquor scattered over Tim
Wasn't it the truth I told you
It missed him falling on the bed
Arrah shut your gob said Paddy MCGee
Tonamondeal, do you think I'm dead
His friends assembled at his wake
Mickey Maloney raised his head
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
With love for a liquor poor Tim was born
Wasn't it the truth I told you
And laided him upon the bed
To rise in the world he carried a hod
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'
To help him on with his work each day
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
And a gallon of porter at his head
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Shillelah-law was all the rage
His head felt heavy, which made him shake
Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Such a nice clean corpse did you see
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
And left her sprawling on the floor
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
One morning Tim was rather full
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
First they brought in tay and cake
Aye, Tim me boy, oh why did you die?
Biddy says she you're wrong I'm sure
Woman to woman and man to man
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
An a row and a ruction soon began
Timothy rising from the bed
Tim revives, see how he rises
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
See he'd sort of a tripling way
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
So they carried him home, his corpse to wake
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
There the war did soon engage
When a bottle Of whiskey flew at him
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner
