Lyrics:

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see, he'd a sort of a tipplin' way
With the love of the liquor, poor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Chorus:
Whack for the day now, 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 mornin' Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy, which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and he 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
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Whack for the day now, 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

His friends assembled at the 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?
Arrah, Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?
Arrah, hold your gob, said Paddy McGee
Whack for the day now, 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
Then Biddy O'Connor took up the job
O Biddy, says she, You're wrong, I'm sure
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And she left her sprawlin' on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
Was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Whack for the day now, 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

Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a noggin of whiskey flew at him
It missed and fallin' on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revives, see how he rises
Timothy risin' from the bed
Says, Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thanam 'on dhoul, do ye think I'm dead?
Whack for the day now, 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