Bài hát Finnegan’s Wake Báo Lỗi

Tim Finnegan lived in Watlin Street, a gentle Irishman, mighty odd

He'd a beautiful brogue, so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod

He'd a sort of a tipplin' way, with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born

And to help him on with his work every day he'd a drop of the Craythur every morn


One mornin Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake

He fell from a ladder and broke his skull so they carried him home, his corpse to wake

They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, they laid him out upon the bed

A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head


And whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner

Welt the floor, your trotters shake,

Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!


His friends assembled at his wake and Missus Finnegan called for lunch

First they brought in tay and cake then pipes, tobacco an' whiskey punch

Biddy O' Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse did ya ever did see?

Tim, mavourneen why did ya die?" "Arhhh hold ya gob!" said Patty McGee


And whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner

Welt the floor, your trotters shake,

Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!


Then Peggie O'Connor took up the job, "Oh Biddy," she says, "You're wrong, I'm sure."

Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawlin' 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


Mickey Maloney raised his head when a bottle 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 dead

"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thanam an dhul, did ye think I'm dead?"


And whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner

Welt the floor, your trotters shake,

Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake!

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