Key: Ab major
Verse 1
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walking Street,
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A gentleman Irish mighty odd.
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He had a brogue both rich and sweet,
And to rise in the world he carried a haunt.
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But Tim had a touch of the Tipler's way,
With the love of the liquor he was born,
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And to send him on his way each day,
He'd a drop o' the crater
every morn,
Whack for the dough,
dance to your partner,
wealth of lure which your trotters shake.
One morning Tim was rather full,
his head felt heavy which made him shake.
He fell from the ladder and
he broke his skull,
so they carried him home,
his corpse to wake.
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet,
Laid him out upon the bed,
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With a bottle of porter at his feet,
And a bucket of whisky at his head.
Whack for the door,
dance to your partner,
Welt to the floor with your trotter shake.
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake?
and the Mrs Finnegan called for
lunch.
First they brought in tea and cake,
such a neat, clean
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corpse did you ever see?
says Paddy McGee.
with your trotter shake
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Isn't it the truth I tell you
Then Biddy O 'Connor took up the job
Ah Biddy says she,
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she a wrong I'm sure
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Then the war did soon engage,
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woman to woman and man to man,
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Shillelagh was all the rage,
a row and a ruction soon began,
with your trotter shake,
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Isn't it the truth I tell you,
Mickey Maloney raised his head
when a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
Saying, whittle your whisky
around like blazes
Paired in ages,
do you think I'm dead?
dance to your partner
Welt to the floor
with your trotter shake
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Isn't it the truth I told you?
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