Finnegan's Wake-Waxies Dargle
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TXT Finnegan's Wake-Waxies Dargle 文本歌词
Finnegan's Wake - Waxies Dargle
Tim finnegan lived in walking street
A gentle irishman mighty odd
Had a beautiful both rich and sweet
But to rise in the world he carried a hod
When you see he'd a sort of a tippling way
But the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on when his work his day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer
Partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at finnegan's wake
One morning Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of water at his feet
And a barrel of whiskery at his head
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer
Partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at finnegan's wake
His friends assembled at the wake
When mrs finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake
Then pipes tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'brien began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see
Tim avourneen why did you die
Hould your gob said paddy mcgee
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer
Partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at finnegan's wake
Then maggie O'connor took up the job
Biddy says she you're wrong I'm sure
Biddy gave her a belt in the
Gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
It was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer
Partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at finnegan's wake
Then mickey maloney raised his head when
A nucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revives see how he rises
Timothy rising from the bed
Saying whittle your whiskey around
Like blazes undering
Do ye think I'm dead
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer
Partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at finnegan's wake