Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin' Street 
A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd; 
He had a brogue both rich and sweet 
And to rise in the world he carried a hod. 
Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way 
With a love of the liquor he was born 
And to help him on with his work each day 
He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" 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 was feelin' full 
His head was heavy which made him shake; 
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull 
And they carried him home his corpse to wake. 
They 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 they brought in tay and cake 
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch. 
Biddy O'Brien began to bawl 
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? 
"O Tim, me friend, 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. 
And then the war did soon engage 
'Twas 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 ducked his head 
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him, 
It missed, and falling on the bed 
The liquor scattered over Tim! 
Tim's corpse revives, see how he raises! 
Timothy rising from the bed, 
Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes 
Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk 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! 

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!


(c) Folkaholics (traditional)