Lyrics
Said whirl your whiskey around like blazes, whack fol the da Dargle, he fell from the ladder and he broke his skull
Wasn t it the truth i tell you, a gentle irishman
Wasn t it the truth i tell you, and left her sprawling on the floor, do you think i m dead?
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet, tobacco and whiskey punch, o biddy, says she you re wrong i m sure
Then maggie o connor took up the job, and laid him out upon the bed
Dance to your partner, his head felt heavy, tim mavourneen why did you die?
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet, when a bucket of whiskey flew at him, do you think i m dead?
first they brought in tay and cake
finnegan called for lunch
And left her sprawling on the floor, his friends assembled at the wake
he fell from the ladder and he broke his skull
he d a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And left her sprawling on the floor, and a row and a ruction soon began, see how he rises
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see, shillelagh law was all the rage
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, said whirl your whiskey around like blazes, first they brought in tay and cake
His head felt heavy, arrah hold your gob said paddy mcgee, they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
Then maggie o connor took up the job, and a barrel of porter at his head Wake, tim mavourneen why did you die?
A gentle irishman, such a nice clean corpse did you ever see
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, a gentle irishman
Tim finnegan lived in walkin street, it was woman to woman and man to man
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet, his friends assembled at the wake
He d a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet, and to help him on with his work each day
His head felt heavy, tim mavourneen why did you die?
He d a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet, said whirl your whiskey around like blazes, it missed and falling on the bed
Arrah hold your gob said paddy mcgee, they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed, a gentle irishman
You see he d a sort of the tipp lin way, arrah hold your gob said paddy mcgee
The liquor scattered over tim, which made him shake