Cat No. JM50925
Price £69.95
Composer: Archie Potter
Arranger: Michael Kummer
Categories: Entertainment - Light Concert Works, FINISHER - Grade 3.5

Grade 3.5
Duration 3.32

Irish Street Ballad.

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentleman Irish mighty odd:
He had a tongue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a sort of a tip-plinway,
With the love of the liquor he was born,
And to help him on with his work each day,
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn.

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Whack fol the dah, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake,
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake!

One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake,
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
So they carried him home his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head.

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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.
Ms. Biddy O' Brien began to cry
"Such a neat clean corpse did you ever see?
Arrah, Tim avourneen! Why did you die?"
"Ah, hould your gab!" said Paddy McGee.

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Then Maggie O' Connor took up the job;
"Och Biddy," says she, "you' re wrong I'm sure";
But Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor.
Oh then, the war did soon enrage;
'Twas woman to woman and man to man;
Shillelagh law did all engage
And a row and a ruction soon began.

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Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
When naggin of whiskey flew at him;
It missed, and falling on the bed,
The liquor scattered over Tim.
Bedad! He revives, see how he rises;
And Timothy rising from the bed
Says "Whirl your liquor round like blazes,
Thanam o'n dhoul', do ye think, I'm dead?"

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* literally: "The devil take you"