The Irish Pub Song Of The Day this time around is Finnegan’s Wake. It’s a great song about Life, Love and Resurrection! In other words it’s a great street ballad that’s now sung around the world!
Have Fun!!!
FINNEGAN’S WAKE
Ah, [C]Tim Finnegan lived in [Am]Walkin’ Street, A [F]gentleman Irish mighty [G]odd,
He [C]had a brogue both [Am]rich and sweet, An’ to [F]rise in the world he [C]carried
[G]a [C]hod.
[C]But Tim had a bit of a [Am]tipplin’ way, with the [C]love of the liquor [Am]he was
born,
And to [C]send him on his [Am]way each day, he’d a [F]drop of the craythur [G]ev’ry
[C]morn.
[C]Whack fol the dah will ya [Am]dance to yer partner, [F]Around the floor with yer
[G]trotters shake,
[C]Isn’t it the [Am]truth I tell ya? [F]Lots of fun at [G]Finnegan’s [C]Wake.
One morning Tim was rather full, His ould head felt heavy which made him shake,
He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull, And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
Oh they rapped him up 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.
Well his friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
Well first she brought them tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch.
Then the Widow Malone began to cry, ah such a lovely corpse, did yis ever see,
Arrah, Tim avourneen, why did you die? Will ye hould your gob? said Molly McGee.
Well Mary Murphy took up the job, Ah Biddy, says she, you’re wrong I’m sure,
Well Biddy fetched her a belt in the gob, and left her sprawling on the floor.
A civil war did then engage, ‘Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law was all the rage, and a row and a ruction soon began.
Well Mick Maloney ducked his head,when a bottle of whiskey flew at him,
He ducked, and landing on the bed, the whiskey scatters over Tim.
Oh bedad he revives and see how he rises, Tim Finnegan rising in the bed,
Saying, twiddle your whiskey around like blazes,
Be the t’underin’ Jaysus, did ye think I was dead?
