Finnegan's Wake
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street
A gentleman, Irish, mighty odd;
He had a brogue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
     Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way
     With a love of the whiskey he was born
     And to help him on with his work each day
     He'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every  morn.
cho  Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner
     Whirl the floor, your trotters shake;
     Was
Next Day Flight lyrics

Whatever happened to waiting? Numb lips move too fast for care And it just happens that I'm thinking Starving for breath of hope in heart I fell asleep to you breathing Showing signs of wanting what I cant give Close off my spirit and give
n't it the truth I told you
     Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
One mornin' Tim was feelin' full
His head was heavy which made him shake;
He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
     They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
     And laid him out upon the bed,
     A gallon of whiskey at his feet
     And a barrel of porter at his head.
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His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
First they broug
I'm So Beautiful lyrics

Out
out tonight
feel like going out in the night

I'm gonna walk the street
walk the street

I wanna feel the heat
feel the heat.
There ain't nobody better than me
can't you see? Look at me!
Wild
feeling wild
ht in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
     Biddy O'Brien began to bawl
     "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
     "O Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
     Arragh, hold your gob said Paddy McGhee!
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Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
     And then the war did soon engage
     'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
     Shi
Daydream lyrics

All I do is think about you and me 
                      Talking on the phone til the quarter to 3
                      Walking in the park on a Saturday
                      Catch the bus back 'cause we walked too far away<
llelagh law was all the rage
     And a row and a ruction soon began.
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Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim!
     The corpse revives! See how he raises!
     Timothy rising from the bed,
     Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
     Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
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Recorded by Clancys
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