The Dubliners
앨범 : The Dubliners - The Definitive Transatlantic Collection

Time finnegan lived in walkin street
A gentle Irishman migty odd
He had brogue both rich and sweet
An` to in the world he carried a hod
You see he`d a sort of a tipplers way
but for the love for the liquor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day
he`d drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye
we had lots of fun at Finnegan Wake
One morning Tim got rather full
his head felt ladder and he broke his skull and
they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
and laid him out uponthe bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet
and a barrel of porter at his head
His friends assembled at the wake
and Window 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 auvreem O why did you die
Will ye hould your gob said Paddy McGee
Then Maggie O`Connor took up the cry
O`Biddy says she you`re wrong Im sure
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
and sent her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
t`was woman to woman and man to man
Shilleagh law was all the rage
and a row and a ruction soon began
Mickey Maloney duckedhis head
when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed and falling on the bed
the liquor scattered over Tim
Now the spirits new life gave the corpse my joy
Tim jumped like a Trojan from the bed
Cryin will ye walup each girl and boy
t`underin` jaysus do ye think I`m dead