Dropkick Murphys Finnegans Wake Lyrics

Finnegans Wake Lyrics

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street.

A gentleman, Irishman, mighty odd

He'd seen a brogue so soft and sweet

And to rise in the world he carried a hod.

Tim had a sort of a tipplin way.

With a love of the liquor now he was born

Helped a man with his work each day.

He'd a drop of the craythin' every morn'



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



One mornin Tim felt rather full.

His head felt heavy which made him shake;

Fell from a the ladder and 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

And a barrell of porter at his head.



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 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, mavourneen, why did you die?"

Arragh, shut your gob says Paddy McGhee!



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



Paddy O'Connor took up the job.

"Now 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 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 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

Said 'Whirl your liquor around, and run like blazes

Well mother of Jesus, Do ye think i'm dead!'



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.