Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ah, Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street A gentleman Irish, mighty odd Well, he had a brogue, both rich and sweet And to rise in the world he carried a hod Ah, but Tim had a bit of a tibbiler's way With a love of the liquor he was born And to send him on his way each day He'd a drop of the craythur every morn! [Chorus] Whack-fol-de-darn, will you dance to your partner? Around the floor, well your trotters shake Isn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake! [Verse 2] Ah, one morning Tim was rather full His head felt heavy, which made him shake He fell off the ladder and hе broke his skull Then they carriеd him home, his corpse, to wake Well, they wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet And they laid him out upon the bed With a bottle o' whiskey at his feet And a barrel of porter at his head! [Chorus] Whack-fol-de-darn, will you dance to your partner? Around the floor, well your trotters shake Isn't it the truth I told you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake! [Verse 3] Well, his friends assembled at his wake And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch Well, first she brought them tay and cake Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch Then the widow, Malone began to cry "Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see? Ah, well, sure, Tim Mavourneen why did you die!?" "Will you hold your gob?" says Molly McGee [Chorus] Whack-fol-de-darn, will you dance to your partner? Around the floor, well your trotters shake Isn't it the truth I told you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake! [Verse 4] Ah, well Mary Murphy took up the job "Ah, Biddy" says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure" Ah, well Biddy fetched her a belt in the gob And left her sprawlin' on the floor Well, civil war did then engage Women to women and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage And a row and a ruction soon began [Chorus] Whack-fol-de-darn, will you dance to your partner? Around the floor, well your trotters shake Isn't it the truth I told you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake! [Verse 5] Ah, well Tim Maloney ducked his head When the bottle of whiskey flew at him He ducked and landed on the bed The whiskey scatters over Tim Ah, be daddy revive-es, see how he rises Tim Finnegan rising in the bed Sayin' "Twirl your whiskey around like blazes Be it [?] jaysus do you think I'm dead!?" [Chorus] Whack-fol-de-darn, will you dance to your partner? Around the floor, well your trotters shake Isn't it the truth I told you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!