Artist/Band:
Dropkick Murphys
Lyrics for Song: Finnegan's Wake
Lyrics for Album: Live On St. Patrick's Day [2010]
Tim Finnegan lived in watling street,
A gentle irishman -- mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
To rise in the world he carried a hod,
See he'd sort of a tipplin way:
With love for the liquor poor tim was born,
To help him on with his work each day,
He'd a drop of the craythin' every morn'
One morning tim was rather full,
His head felt heavy,
Which made him shake,
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
They carried him home,
His corpse to wake,
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheat,
And laid him out upon the bed,
A bottle of whiskey at his feet,
And a gallon of porter at his head
Chorus
Whack fol-de-dah
Now dance to your partner,
Welt the floor,
Your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth
I told ye lots of fun at finnegan's wake
His friends assembled at his wake
And missus finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry,
It's a nice clean corpse did you ever see
Arrah hold your gob
See paddy magee then o'connor took up the job
"arrah!" biddy says she ye're wrong i'm sure,
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor,
There the war did soon engage
Woman to woman and man to man
Shillelah-law was all the rage,
An a row and a ruction soon began
Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bottle of whickey flew at him,
It missed him falling on the bed,
The liquor scattered over tim,
Tim revives,
See how he rises,
Timothy rising from the bed
Whirl your whisky around like blazes Thanum o'n Dhoul,
Do ye think i'm dead
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