Lyrics
Did you ever see, dance to your partner, and falling on the bed
tim finnegan lived in walkin street
such a nice clean corpse
now tim had a sort of the tipplin way
And a row and a ruction soon began, whirl the floor
twas woman to woman and man to man
dance to your partner
Thanum an dhul, and left her sprawlin on the floor
Says, whirl your whiskey around like blazes, biddy o brien began to bawl Cu, he fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And a barrel of porter at his head, and left her sprawlin on the floor Chulainn, his head was heavy which made him shake
And they carried him home his corpse to wake, he fell from the ladder and broke his skull, why did you die?
shillelagh law was all the rage
finnegan called for lunch
And a barrel of porter at his head, thanum an dhul
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob, wasn t it the truth i told you, biddy o brien began to bawl
Finnegan called for lunch, tim finnegan lived in walkin street, your trotters shake
did you ever see
The liquor scattered over tim, hold your gob said paddy mcghee Cu, he fell from the ladder and broke his skull
Tim finnegan lived in walkin street, a gallon of whiskey at his feet Wake, shillelagh law was all the rage
With a love of the whiskey he was born, do you thunk i m dead?, when a noggin of whiskey flew at him
tim finnegan lived in walkin street
and then the war did soon engage
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, hold your gob said paddy mcghee, first they brought in tay and cake
they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
tim finnegan lived in walkin street
Says, whirl your whiskey around like blazes, did you ever see
Why did you die?, biddy o brien began to bawl
and falling on the bed
and a barrel of porter at his head
you re wrong
Lots of fun at finnegan s wake, first they brought in tay and cake
and left her sprawlin on the floor
And laid him out upon the bed, timothy rising from the bed Cu, shillelagh law was all the rage
And to rise in the world he carried a hod, and to help him on with his work each day, wasn t it the truth i told you
His friends assembled at the wake, wasn t it the truth i told you
wasn t it the truth i told you
Shillelagh law was all the rage, he d a drop of the cray-thur every morn, and to help him on with his work each day
Tobacco and whiskey punch, your trotters shake, and left her sprawlin on the floor