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lirik lagu seamus kennedy - finnegan's wake

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tim finnegan lived in watling st., a gentleman irish mighty odd, he had a brogue both rich and sweet, and to rise in the world he carried a hod. tim had a sort of a tippler’s way, with a love for the liquor poor tim was born to help him on his work each day, he’d a drop of the craytur every morn.

whack fol-de-da now, dance to your partners, welt the floor, yer trotters shake, wasn’t it the truth i told ye, lots of fun at finnegan’s wake.

one morning tim was rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake, fell off a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake, they wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet and laid him out upon the bed, with a barrel of whiskey at his feet and a bucket of porter at his head.

whack fol-de-da now, dance to your partners, welt the floor, yer trotters shake, wasn’t it the truth i told ye, lots of fun at finnegan’s wake.

the guests -ssembled at the wake, when mrs. finnegan called for lunch, first she brought them tea and cake, pipes, tobacco, and brandy punch. then the widow malone began to cry, “such a nice clean corpse did you ever see? “tim mavourneen, why did ye die?” “hould yer gob.” said molly magee.

whack fol-de-da now, dance to your partners, welt the floor, yer trotters shake, wasn’t it the truth i told ye, lots of fun at finnegan’s wake.

then molly malone takes up the job; “ah biddy” says she, “you’re wrong i’m sure.” biddy fetched her a belt in the gob that left her sprawling on the floor. civil war did then engage, woman to woman and man to man, shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began.

whack fol-de-da now, dance to your partners, welt the floor, yer trotters shake, wasn’t it the truth i told ye, lots of fun at finnegan’s wake.

then mickey murphy ducked his head as a bottle of whiskey flew at him, it missed, and landing on the bed, the liquor scattered over tim. bedad, he revives, see how he rises; timothy risin’ in the bed, saying, “whirl yer whiskey round like blazes, be the thunderin’ jaysus d’ye think i’m dead!”


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