The Tossers - Finnegan's Wake lyrics

Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street A gentleman Irish mighty odd Well, he had a brogue both rich and sweet An' to rise in the world he carried a hod Well, he had a bit of a timmlin' way With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born And to send him on his way each day He'd a drop of the craythur every morn (Chorus:) Whack fol the dah do now dance with your partner Whirl the floor your trotters shake Isn't it the truth I tell you Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake One morning Tim felt rather full His ole' head felt heavy which made him shake Well, he fell off the ladder and he broke his skull Then they carried him home his corpse to wake Oh, they wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet And they laid him out upon the bed With a gallon of whiskey at his feet And a bucket of porter at his head (Chorus) Well, his friends a**embled at the wake And missus Finnegan called for lunch Well, first she brought out tea and cake Then pipes and tobacco and brandy punch Then the widow Malone began to cry "Such a nice, clean corpse, have you ever seen Saying Tim my boy why did you die?" Well, "Hold your gob." says Mother McGee (Chorus) Then Maggie O'Conner took up the job And Biddy says "you're wrong, for sure" Well, Biddy fixed her with a belt in the gob And sent her sprawling on the floor Then a civil 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 (Chorus) Then Mickey Maloney he ducked his head When a bottle of whiskey flew at him It ducked, and landed on the bed Well, whiskey scattering over Tim Be dad it revives him see how he rises Tim Finnegans rising in the bed Sayin whirl whiskey around like place Thanum an Dhul!, do ye think I was dead?" (Chorus 2x)