The Pubcrawlers - Finnegan's Wake lyrics

Tim Finnegan lived on Watling Street A gentle Irishman, mighty odd Had a love for both the rich and the sweet And to rise in the world, he carried a hod You see, he'd sort of a tippling way With the love for the liquor, poor Tim was born To help him on with his work each day Had a drop of the craythur every morn' Whack fol the da now dance to your partner 'Round the floor your trotters shake Bend an ear to the truth I tell ya Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake One mornin' Tim got rather full His head felt heavy which made him shake Fell from the ladder and 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 bottle of whiskey at his feet And a barrel of porter at his head Whack fol the da now dance to your partner 'Round the floor your trotters shake Bend an ear to the truth I tell ya Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake His friends a**embled at the wake And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch First she brought in tea and cake Then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch Then Biddy O'Brien began to cry Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see? Tim, avoorneen, why did you die? "Ah, f** you", said Paddy McGee Whack fol the da now dance to your partner 'Round the floor your trotters shake Bend an ear to the truth I tell ya Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry "O, Biddy", she said, "You're wrong, I'm sure" Biddy gave her a belt in the gob And sent her sprawling on the floor Then the war did soon engage It 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 da now dance to your partner 'Round the floor your trotters shake Bend an ear to the truth I tell ya Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Whack fol the da now dance to your partner 'Round the floor your trotters shake Bend an ear to the truth I tell ya Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head When a bottle of Jameson flew at him It missed him, landing on the bed The liquor splattered over Tim Tim revived, see how he rises Fat f** Finnegan rising from the bed Crying, "Will ya walup each girl and boy Thunderin' Jaysus, do ya think I'm dead?" Whack fol the da now dance to your partner 'Round the floor your trotters shake Bend an ear to the truth I tell ya Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake Whack fol the da now dance to your partner 'Round the floor your trotters shake Bend an ear to the truth I tell ya Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake