Finnegan's Wake - Dropkick Murphys
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
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
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
"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
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
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
