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Tim Finnegan lived in watling
A Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and
To in the world, he carried a hod

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

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

One Tim got rather full
His head felt which made him shake
from a ladder and he broke his skull
They carried him home, his to wake

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

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

His assembled at the wake
And Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and
pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch

Biddy began to cry
a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim mavourneen, why did you
Arrah, hold your gob, said Megee

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

Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", says, she ye're wrong, I'm sure
Biddy then her a belt 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 ruction soon

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

Then Mickey Maloney his head
a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It missed him on the bed
The scattered over Tim

Tim revives, see how he
Timothy rising the bed
Whirl your whiskey around
Like blazes Thanum an
Do ye think I'm