Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, A gentle Irishman mighty odd He had a brogue both rich and sweet, An' to rise in the world he carried a hod You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born To help him on his way each day, he'd a 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's Wake
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Date: 2008-08-29 05:53 pm (UTC)A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way
but for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day,
he'd a 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's Wake