[Lyric] Tim Finnegans Wake (Tramps)

Tim Finnegan live in walking street
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And to rise in this world he carried the hod

You see he had a sort of tipplin' way
With a love for liquor, poor tim was born
To help him on his work everyday
He had a drop of the creature every morn'

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Whack fol the da now dance to your partner
Welt the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lot's of fun at Finnegan's Wake!

One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell from the laddеr and broke his skull
And they carried him homе his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
Laid him out upon the bed
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a gallon of porter at his head

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His friends assembled at his wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and cake
And pipe, tobacco and whiskey punch

Then Biddy O'brian began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see
Tim mavorneen oh why did you die?
Ah hold your gob says Billy Mcgee

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Then Peggy O'connor took up the job
Ah biddy says she you're wrong I'm sure
But Biddy then gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling at the floor

Then the war did soon engage
It was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a rave and a ruction soon began
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Mickey Malone then raised his head
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
It missed and fallen on the bed
And the liquor shattered over time

Tim revives see how he rises
Timothy rising from the bed
Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Glory be to god do you think I'm dead?

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