Finnegan's Wake - Revision history

Zakbos at 21:21, 19 January 2014

2014-01-19T21:21:20Z

Pkorovin: corrected link to Third Census

2009-09-26T21:27:16Z

corrected link to Third Census

Mokurai: Alternate versions of song

2006-11-08T05:29:58Z

Alternate versions of song

Zakbos at 16:32, 25 July 2006

2006-07-25T16:32:00Z

Eroica: add category

2006-07-25T11:24:27Z

add category

Eroica: added link to Third Census

2006-07-07T11:53:20Z

added link to Third Census

Pemberton at 08:51, 3 February 2006

2006-02-03T08:51:16Z

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'''Finnegan's Wake'''
:Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
:A gentleman Irish, mighty odd;
:He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
:And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
:Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way
:With a 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 ev'ry morn.

''Chorus''
:Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner
:Welt the flure, 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 broke his skull
:And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
:They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
:And laid him out across the bed,
:With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
:And a barrel of porter at his head.

:His friends assembled at the wake
:And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
:First they brought in tea 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?"
:"Ah, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee!

:Then Maggy 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 left her sprawlin' on the floor.
:And then the war did soon engage
:'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
:Shillelagh law was all the rage
:And the row and the ruction soon began.

:Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
:When a flagon of whiskey flew at him,
:It missed, and fallin' on the bed
:The liquor scattered over Tim.
:Tim revives! See how he rises!
:Timothy rising from the bed
:Sayin': "Whirl your liquor around like blazes!
:Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?"

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 :Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?" (or I'll outdrink yez all, alive or dead, or Souls to the Devil! Did ye think me dead?
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+[http://digicoll.library.wisc.edu/cgi-bin/JoyceColl/JoyceColl-idx?type=turn&id=JoyceColl.GlasheenFinnegans&entity=JoyceColl.GlasheenFinnegans.p0181&isize=L&q1=Macool Third Census of Finnegans Wake]
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-'''Finnegan's Wake'''
+[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnegan%27s_Wake '''Finnegan's Wake''']
 :Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
-:A gentleman Irish, mighty odd;
+:An Irish gentleman, mighty odd;
 :He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
 :And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
 :Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way
-:With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born
+:With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
 :And to help him on with his work each day
 :He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn.
 ''Chorus''
-:Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner
+:Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner (or Whack aragh, blood and ooze)
 :Welt the flure, your trotters shake;
-:Wasn't it the truth I told you
+:Wasn't it the truth that I told you (or Isn't it the truth I'm tellin' 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 broke his skull
+:He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull
 :And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
 :They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
-:And laid him out across the bed,
+:And laid him out upon the bed,
-:With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
+:With a gallon of whiskey at his feet (or a couple of candles)
 :And a barrel of porter at his head.
 :His friends assembled at the wake
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 :First they brought in tea and cake
 :Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
-:Biddy O'Brien began to cry
+:Miss Biddy O'Brien began to cry
 :"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
 :"Arrah, Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
 :"Ah, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee!
 :Then Maggy O'Connor took up the job
-:"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure":
+:And "Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure":
-:Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
+:But Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
 :And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
 :And then the war did soon engage
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 :Shillelagh law was all the rage
 :And the row and the ruction soon began.
 :Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
-:When a flagon of whiskey flew at him,
+:When a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
-:It missed, and fallin' on the bed
+:It missed him, fallin' on the bed;
 :The liquor scattered over Tim.
-:Tim revives! See how he rises!
+:Tim revives! See how he rises! (or Twas then the corpse began to rise)
-:Timothy rising from the bed
+:Timothy rising from the bed (or And Tim emerging from the bed)
-:Sayin': "Whirl your liquor around like blazes!
+:Sayin': "Whirl your liquor around like blazes! (or Hand me that liquor, damn your eyes)
-:Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?"
+:Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?" (or I'll outdrink yez all, alive or dead, or Souls to the Devil! Did ye think me dead?
 [http://digicoll.library.wisc.edu/cgi-bin/JoyceColl/JoyceColl-idx?type=turn&entity=JoyceColl001600160181&isize=M&q1=Macool Third Census of Finnegans Wake]
 [[Category: Finnegan]]
 [[Category:Song lyrics]]