tim finnegan lived in walken street a gentleman irishman mighty odd he seen a brogue so soft and sweet and to rise in the world he carried the hod tim had a sort of a tipplin way with a love of the liquor now he was born to help him on with his work each day had a drop of the cray chur every morn whack fol the da o dance to your partner welt the floor your trotters shake wasn t it the truth i told you lots of fun at finnegan s wake one mornin tim felt rather full his head felt heavy which made him shake fell from a ladder and he burst his skull so they carried him home his corpse to wake rolled him up in a nice clean sheet laid him out upon the bed a gallon of whiskey at his feet a barrel of porter at his head whack fol the da o dance to your partner welt the floor your trotters shake wasn t it the truth i told you lots of fun at finnegan s wake his friends assembled at the wake and mrs finnegan called for lunch first they brung in tea and cake then pipes tobacco and whiskey punch biddy o brien began to cry such a nice clean corpse did you ever see tim mavournin why did you die arragh shut your gob said paddy mcghee whack fol the da o dance to your partner welt the floor your trotters shake wasn t it the truth i told you lots of fun at finnegan s wake patty o connor took up the job ah biddy says she you re wrong i m sure biddy gave her a belt in the gob then left her sprawlin on the floor then the war did soon enrage woman to woman and man to man shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began mickey maloney lowered his head and a bottle of whiskey flew at him missed and fallin on the bed the liquor scattered over tim tim revives see how he rises timothy risin from the bed sayin whirl your liquor around like blazes thunderin jaysus do you thunk i m dead whack fol the da o dance to your partner welt the floor your trotters shake wasn t it the truth i told you lots of fun at finnegan s wake 