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Biddy o brien began to cry, wasn t it the truth i told you
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head, you see he d a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor tim was
And they carried him home his corpse, lots of fun at finnegan s wake
and laid him out upon the bed
First she brought in tay and cake, wasn t it the truth i told you
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake, wasn t it the truth i told you Derek, and laid him out upon the bed
see how he rises
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, the liquor scattered over tim
Lots of fun at finnegan s wake, he d a drop of the craythur every morn, tobacco and whiskey punch
a gentle irishman mighty odd
Lots of fun at finnegan s wake, rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
Lots of fun at finnegan s wake, lots of fun at finnegan s wake
Did you ever see, why did you die? Warfield, why did you die?
a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
Wasn t it the truth i told you, biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor, t was woman to woman and man to man
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake, biddy o brien began to cry Finnegans, saying whittle your whiskey around like blazes
first she brought in tay and cake
first she brought in tay and cake
And they carried him home his corpse, biddy says she you re wrong Derek, a gentle irishman mighty odd
lots of fun at finnegan s wake
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head, tim finnegan lived in walkin street
timothy rising from the bed
biddy says she you re wrong
Lots of fun at finnegan s wake, wasn t it the truth i told you, he d a drop of the craythur every morn
lots of fun at finnegan s wake
wasn t it the truth i told you
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake, t was woman to woman and man to man, did you ever see
His friends assembled at the wake, to help him on his way each day, fell from a ladder and he broke his skull
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake, a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head Finnegans, biddy o brien began to cry
whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn t it the truth i told you, a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head, wasn t it the truth i told you
and they carried him home his corpse
Wasn t it the truth i told you, and falling on the bed
see how he rises
Timothy rising from the bed, see how he rises Finnegans, wasn t it the truth i told you
Did you ever see, first she brought in tay and cake
A gentle irishman mighty odd, tim finnegan lived in walkin street
Then maggie o connor took up the job, tim finnegan lived in walkin street
mickey maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn t it the truth i told you, then the war did soon engage Wake, did you ever see
And laid him out upon the bed, he had a brogue both rich and sweet
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake, the liquor scattered over tim
Do ye think i m dead?, lots of fun at finnegan s wake
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, wasn t it the truth i told you Finnegans, he d a drop of the craythur every morn
And falling on the bed, t was woman to woman and man to man
Do ye think i m dead?, lots of fun at finnegan s wake, lots of fun at finnegan s wake
Wasn t it the truth i told you, do ye think i m dead?
one morning tim got rather full
Lots of fun at finnegan s wake, see how he rises Finnegans, biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
wasn t it the truth i told you
Do ye think i m dead?, his friends assembled at the wake
Wasn t it the truth i told you, then maggie o connor took up the job, lots of fun at finnegan s wake