The Clancy Brothers with Tommy Makem - Tim Finnegan's Wake | Текст песни

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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentle Irishman, mighty odd;
He had a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
To rise in the world he carried a hod

You see, he'd a sort of a tipplin' way
With a love for the liqour poor Tim was born
To help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the darn-o, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

One mornin' Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake;
He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake

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

Whack fol the darn-o, dance to your partner
Whirl 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 she brought 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, mavourneen, why did you die?"
"Arragh, hold your gob!", said Paddy McGhee!

Whack fol the darn-o, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.

Then the war did soon engage
Woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began.

Whack fol the darn-o, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!

Tim revives! See how he rises!
Timothy rising from the bed,
Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanum an Dhul! Do you think I'm dead?"

Whack fol the darn-o, dance to your partner
Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

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