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Isn`t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake |
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Ah One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake |
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He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake |
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Well they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed |
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A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head |
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Well his friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch |
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First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch |
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The widow Malone began to cry, "Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see, |
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Arrah Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee |
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Oh well Mary O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure" |
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Oh well Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor |
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Well civil war did then engage, woman to woman and man to man |
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Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began |
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Oh well Tim Maloney ducked his head when a bootle of whiskey flew at him |
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He ducked and landing on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim |
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oh bedad he revives, see how he rises, Tim Finnegan rising in the bed |
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Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?" |
