Roger Mcguinn - Finnegan's Wake Lyrics
And a gentle, Irishman, mighty odd;He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweetAnd to rise in the world he carried a hod.You see he'd a sort o' the tipplin' wayWith a love of the liquor poor Tim was bornAnd to help him on with his work each dayHe'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every morn.(Chorus:)Whack fol the die do, dance to your partnerWelt the floor, your trotters shake;Wasn't it the truth I told youLots of fun at Finnegan's wake!2. One mornin' Tim was rather fullHis head felt heavy which made him shake;He fell from the ladder and broke his skullAnd they carried him home his corpse to wake.They rolled him up in a nice clean sheetAnd laid him out upon the bed,With a gallon of whiskey at his feetAnd a barrel of porter at his head.(Chorus:)3. His friends assembled at the wakeAnd Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,First they brought in tea and cakeThen pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.Biddy O'Brien began to cry"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?"Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?""Arragh, hold your gob" said Paddy McGee!(Chorus:)4. Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"Biddy gave her a belt in the gobAnd 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 rageAnd the row and eruption soon began.(Chorus:)5. Then Mickey Maloney raised his headWhen a noggin of whiskey flew at him,It missed, and fallin' on the bedThe liquor scattered over Tim!Tim revives! See how he raises!Timothy rising from the bed,Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazesThanum o'n Dhoul! Did you think I'm dead?"(Chorus:)
