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Tim Finnegan lived in street
A Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful so rich and sweet
To rise in the world, he a hod

See, he'd sort of a way
With love for the liquor poor Tim was
To help him on with his each day
He'd a of the craythur every morn'

fol, de, dah
Now, to your partner
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the truth, they told ye of fun
At Finnegan's

One morning Tim got rather
His head felt heavy made him shake
Fell a ladder and he broke his skull
They him home, his corpse to wake

him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out the bed
A gallon of at his feet
And a bottle of porter at his

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At wake

His friends assembled at the
And misses Finnegan called for
she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, and whiskey punch

O'Brien began to cry
Such a clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim mavourneen, why did you
Arrah, hold gob, said Patty Megee

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
Welt the floor, your shake
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

Then Maggie took up the job
"Arrah", biddy says, she wrong, I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a on the gob
And her sprawling on the floor

the war did soon engage
Woman to and man to man
Shillelah law was all the
An a row and a soon began

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
Welt the floor, your trotters
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At wake

Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bottle of flew at him
It him falling on the bed
The liquor scattered Tim

Tim revives, see how he
Timothy from the bed
Then your whiskey around
Like blazes an Dhul
Do ye think I'm