The Kerry Boys — Finnigan's Wake lyrics

Lyrics

Tim Finnigan lived in Walker Street,
a gentle Irishman very odd
He had a brogue so rich and sweet,
to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he’d a sort of a tipplers way
with a love of the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work each day,
he’d a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
wholt the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnigan’s Wake
One morning Tim was very full,
his head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull,
they carried him off his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
and laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his head
and a barrel of porter at his feet
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
wholt the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnigan’s Wake
Well his friends assembled at the wake,
and Mrs Finnigan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake,
then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Then Biddy O’Brien began to cry,
«Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?»,
«Now shut your gob!» said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
wholt the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnigan’s Wake
Well Maggie O’Connor took up the job,
«Oh Biddy» she says «you're wrong, I’m sure»
Well Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon 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 wholt the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnigan’s Wake
Well Mickey Maloney ducked his head
when a noggin of whiskey flew at him
Well It missed, and landed on the bed,
the whiskey scattered over Tim
My God he revives, see how he rises,
Timothy rising from the bed
Crying while the world around like blazes, t’underin' «Blazes, do ye think I
was dead?»
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner the wholt flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnigan’s Wake
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
wholt the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnigan’s Wake