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Fri Apr-07-06 10:31 AM
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walken Street a gentle Irishman mighty odd |
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He'd beautiful brogue both rich and sweet to rise in the world he carried a hod Tim had a bit of a tipplin' way with a love for the liquor Tim was born And to help him on with his work each day he'd a drop of the cray-thur every more
Whack fol the da will ya dance to your partner, Welt the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
One morning Tim felt rather full his head was heavy which made him shake He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull and they carried him home his corpse to wake Well they laid him out in a nice clean sheet and they laid him out upon the bed With a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the da will ya dance to your partner, Welt the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Well his friends assembled at the wake and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch First the brought in teas and cake then pipes tobacco and whiskey punch The Widow Malone began to cry "Such a lovely corpse did you ever see?" "Tim avourneen why did you die?" "Shut your gob!" said Biddy McGee
Whack fol the da will ya dance to your partner, Welt the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job "Biddy," says she, "You're wrong I'm sure." Biddy fetched her a belt in the gob and left her sprawled out on the floor Then the war did soon engage woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh-law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the da will ya dance to your partner, Welt the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head as a noggin' of whiskey flew at him It missed and fallen on the bed the liquor scattered over Tim Tim revived see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed Sayin' "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes? Thunderin' Jaysus ! Do you think I'm dead?"
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