[Verse 1]

Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street

A gentle Irishman, mighty odd

He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet

To rise in the world he carried a hod

You see he'd sort of a tippling way

With love for a liquor poor Tim was born

To help him on with his work every day

He'd a drop of the craythur every morn'

[Verse 2]

One morning Tim was rather full

His head felt heavy, which made him shake

He fell from a ladder and broke his skull

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 whiskey at his feet

And a gallon of porter at his head

[Chorus]

Whack fol-de-dol, now dance to your partner

Walk the floor, your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth, I told ye

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

[Verse 3]

His friends assembled at his wake

And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch

First they 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?

"Hold your gob!" said Paddy McGee

[Chorus]

Whack fol-de-dol, now dance to your partner

Walk the floor, your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth, I told ye

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

[Verse 4]

Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job

Biddy she says, "You're wrong, I'm sure"

Biddy then gave her a belt in the gob

And left her sprawling 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

[Verse 5]

Mickey Maloney, he raised his head

When a bottle of whiskey flew at him

It missed him falling on the bed

The liquor scattered over Tim

Tim revives, see how he rises

Timothy rising from the bed

"Whirl your whisky around like blazes

Th'anam 'on diabhal! Do you think I'm dead?"

[Chorus]

Whack fol-de-dol, now dance to your partner

Walk the floor, your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth, I told ye

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

[Chorus]

Whack fol-de-dol, now dance to your partner

Walk the floor, your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth, I told ye

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake