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− | '''Finnegan's Wake''' | + | [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnegan%27s_Wake '''Finnegan's Wake'''] |
:Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street | :Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street | ||
− | : | + | :An Irish gentleman, mighty odd; |
:He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet | :He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet | ||
:And to rise in the world he carried a hod. | :And to rise in the world he carried a hod. | ||
:Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way | :Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way | ||
− | :With a love | + | :With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born |
:And to help him on with his work each day | :And to help him on with his work each day | ||
:He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn. | :He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn. | ||
''Chorus'' | ''Chorus'' | ||
− | :Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner | + | :Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner (or Whack aragh, blood and ooze) |
:Welt the flure, your trotters shake; | :Welt the flure, your trotters shake; | ||
− | :Wasn't it the truth I told you | + | :Wasn't it the truth that I told you (or Isn't it the truth I'm tellin' you) |
:Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake! | :Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake! | ||
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:One mornin' Tim was rather full | :One mornin' Tim was rather full | ||
:His head felt heavy which made him shake, | :His head felt heavy which made him shake, | ||
− | :He fell from the ladder and broke his skull | + | :He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull |
:And they carried him home his corpse to wake. | :And they carried him home his corpse to wake. | ||
:They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet | :They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet | ||
− | :And laid him out | + | :And laid him out upon the bed, |
− | :With a gallon of whiskey at his feet | + | :With a gallon of whiskey at his feet (or a couple of candles) |
:And a barrel of porter at his head. | :And a barrel of porter at his head. | ||
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:His friends assembled at the wake | :His friends assembled at the wake | ||
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:First they brought in tea and cake | :First they brought in tea and cake | ||
:Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch. | :Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch. | ||
− | :Biddy O'Brien began to cry | + | :Miss Biddy O'Brien began to cry |
:"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? | :"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? | ||
:"Arrah, Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?" | :"Arrah, Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?" | ||
:"Ah, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee! | :"Ah, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee! | ||
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:Then Maggy O'Connor took up the job | :Then Maggy O'Connor took up the job | ||
− | :" | + | :And "Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure": |
− | :Biddy gave her a belt in the gob | + | :But Biddy gave her a belt in the gob |
:And left her sprawlin' on the floor. | :And left her sprawlin' on the floor. | ||
:And then the war did soon engage | :And then the war did soon engage | ||
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:Shillelagh law was all the rage | :Shillelagh law was all the rage | ||
:And the row and the ruction soon began. | :And the row and the ruction soon began. | ||
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:Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head | :Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head | ||
− | :When a | + | :When a noggin of whiskey flew at him, |
− | :It missed, | + | :It missed him, fallin' on the bed; |
:The liquor scattered over Tim. | :The liquor scattered over Tim. | ||
− | :Tim revives! See how he rises! | + | :Tim revives! See how he rises! (or Twas then the corpse began to rise) |
− | :Timothy rising from the bed | + | :Timothy rising from the bed (or And Tim emerging from the bed) |
− | :Sayin': "Whirl your liquor around like blazes! | + | :Sayin': "Whirl your liquor around like blazes! (or Hand me that liquor, damn your eyes) |
− | :Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?" | + | :Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?" (or I'll outdrink yez all, alive or dead, or Souls to the Devil! Did ye think me dead? |
− | [http://digicoll.library.wisc.edu/cgi-bin/JoyceColl/JoyceColl-idx?type=turn&entity= | + | [http://digicoll.library.wisc.edu/cgi-bin/JoyceColl/JoyceColl-idx?type=turn&id=JoyceColl.GlasheenFinnegans&entity=JoyceColl.GlasheenFinnegans.p0181&isize=L&q1=Macool Third Census of Finnegans Wake] |
− | [[Category: | + | [[Category: Finnegan]] |
+ | [[Category: Songs and lyrics]] |
Latest revision as of 16:21, 19 January 2014
- Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
- An Irish gentleman, mighty odd;
- He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
- And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
- Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way
- With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
- And to help him on with his work each day
- He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn.
Chorus
- Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner (or Whack aragh, blood and ooze)
- Welt the flure, your trotters shake;
- Wasn't it the truth that I told you (or Isn't it the truth I'm tellin' you)
- Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
- One mornin' Tim was rather full
- His head felt heavy which made him shake,
- He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull
- And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
- They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
- And laid him out upon the bed,
- With a gallon of whiskey at his feet (or a couple of candles)
- And a barrel of porter at his head.
- His friends assembled at the wake
- And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
- First they brought in tea and cake
- Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
- Miss Biddy O'Brien began to cry
- "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
- "Arrah, Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
- "Ah, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee!
- Then Maggy O'Connor took up the job
- And "Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure":
- But Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
- And 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 rage
- And the row and the ruction soon began.
- Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
- When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
- It missed him, fallin' on the bed;
- The liquor scattered over Tim.
- Tim revives! See how he rises! (or Twas then the corpse began to rise)
- Timothy rising from the bed (or And Tim emerging from the bed)
- Sayin': "Whirl your liquor around like blazes! (or Hand me that liquor, damn your eyes)
- Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?" (or I'll outdrink yez all, alive or dead, or Souls to the Devil! Did ye think me dead?