Dropkick Murphys Finnigan`s Wake Lyrics

Finnigan`s Wake Lyrics

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,
you see he'd sort of a trippling 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 craythor every morn'
one morning tim was rather full,
his
head felt heavy,
which made him shake,
fell from the ladder and broke his
skull,
so they carried him home,
his corpse to wake,
rolled him up in a
nice clean sheat,
and laid him upon the bed,
a bottle of whiskey at his
feet,
and a gallon of porter at his head
Chorus
and 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 tay and cake
then pipes, tobacco and whiskey
punch
biddy o'brien begged to cry,
such a nice clean corpse
did you
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
tonamondeal,
do ye think i'm dead