[Lyric] Finnegans Wake (The Merry Wives Of Windsor)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
Tim had a sort of the tipp' lin' way
With the love of the liquor, he was born
And to send him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

One mornin' Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy, which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull
They carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

His friends assembled at the wake
And widow Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Tim, my boy, oh why did you die?"
"Shut your gob" said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy, " she says "you're wrong for sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Soon a war did then engage
It was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed and landed on the bed
The liquor it spilled all over Tim
Tim revives, just see how he rises
Rising up like from the dead
Said "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thundering Jesus, do you think I'm dead?"

Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Hey!