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From Wikipedia: [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnegan%27s_Wake] | From Wikipedia: [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnegan%27s_Wake] | ||
"Finnegan's Wake" is a song, called a street-ballad, that arose perhaps in the 1850s. It is one of several mock-Irish stage songs that were very popular in 19th-century American vaudeville. It is famous for being parodied in James Joyce's masterwork, Finnegans Wake, where the comic resurrection becomes symbolic of a universal cycle of life. The interesting irony with there being whiskey --"whiskey" comes from the Gaelic, uisge beatha (pronounced ish-guh-ba-ha), meaning "water of life"-- at a wake, and more-over being what revives him. Joyce removed the apostrophe in the title to assert an active process in which a multiplicity of "Finnegans," that is, all of us, wake, that is, arise after falling. | "Finnegan's Wake" is a song, called a street-ballad, that arose perhaps in the 1850s. It is one of several mock-Irish stage songs that were very popular in 19th-century American vaudeville. It is famous for being parodied in James Joyce's masterwork, Finnegans Wake, where the comic resurrection becomes symbolic of a universal cycle of life. The interesting irony with there being whiskey --"whiskey" comes from the Gaelic, uisge beatha (pronounced ish-guh-ba-ha), meaning "water of life"-- at a wake, and more-over being what revives him. Joyce removed the apostrophe in the title to assert an active process in which a multiplicity of "Finnegans," that is, all of us, wake, that is, arise after falling. | ||
| − | Finnegan's Wake lyrics: | + | Finnegan's Wake lyrics:<br/> |
| − | Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street | + | Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street <br/> |
| − | A gentleman Irish, mighty odd; | + | A gentleman Irish, mighty odd;<br/> |
| − | He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet | + | He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet<br/> |
| − | And to rise in the world he carried a hod. | + | And to rise in the world he carried a hod.<br/> |
| − | Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way | + | Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way<br/> |
| − | With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born | + | With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born<br/> |
| − | And to help him on with his work each day | + | And to help him on with his work each day<br/> |
| − | He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn. | + | He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn.<br/> |
| − | Chorus | + | 'Chorus'<br/> |
| − | Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner | + | Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner<br/> |
| − | Welt the flure, your trotters shake; | + | Welt the flure, your trotters shake;<br/> |
| − | Wasn't it the truth I told you | + | Wasn't it the truth I told you<br/> |
| − | Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake! | + | Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!<br/> |
| − | One mornin' Tim was rather full | + | One mornin' Tim was rather full<br/> |
| − | His head felt heavy which made him shake, | + | His head felt heavy which made him shake,<br/> |
| − | He fell from the ladder and broke his skull | + | He fell from the ladder and broke his skull<br/> |
| − | And they carried him home his corpse to wake. | + | And they carried him home his corpse to wake.<br/> |
| − | They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet | + | They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet<br/> |
| − | And laid him out across the bed, | + | And laid him out across the bed,<br/> |
| − | With a gallon of whiskey at his feet | + | With a gallon of whiskey at his feet<br/> |
| − | And a barrel of porter at his head. | + | And a barrel of porter at his head.<br/> |
| − | His friends assembled at the wake | + | His friends assembled at the wake<br/> |
| − | And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch, | + | And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,<br/> |
| − | First they brought in tea and cake | + | First they brought in tea and cake<br/> |
| − | Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch. | + | Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.<br/> |
| − | Biddy O'Brien began to cry | + | Biddy O'Brien began to cry<br/> |
| − | "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? | + | "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?<br/> |
| − | "Arrah, Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?" | + | "Arrah, Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"<br/> |
| − | "Ah, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee! | + | "Ah, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee!<br/> |
| − | Then Biddy O'Connor took up the job | + | Then Biddy O'Connor took up the job<br/> |
| − | "O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure": | + | "O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure":<br/> |
| − | Biddy gave her a belt in the gob | + | Biddy gave her a belt in the gob<br/> |
| − | And left her sprawlin' on the floor. | + | And left her sprawlin' on the floor.<br/> |
| − | And then a mighty war did rage | + | And then a mighty war did rage<br/> |
| − | 'Twas woman to woman and man to man, | + | 'Twas woman to woman and man to man,<br/> |
| − | Shillelagh law did all engage | + | Shillelagh law did all engage<br/> |
| − | And the row and the ruction soon began. | + | And the row and the ruction soon began.<br/> |
| − | Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head | + | Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head<br/> |
| − | When a naggin of whiskey flew at him, | + | When a naggin of whiskey flew at him,<br/> |
| − | It missed, and fallin' on the bed | + | It missed, and fallin' on the bed<br/> |
| − | The liquor scattered over Tim. | + | The liquor scattered over Tim.<br/> |
| − | Bedad he revives! See how he rises! | + | Bedad he revives! See how he rises!<br/> |
| − | Timothy rising from the bed: | + | Timothy rising from the bed:<br/> |
| − | "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes! | + | "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes!<br/> |
| − | Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?" | + | Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?"<br/> |
(An alternate choice for Thanam o'n Dhoul (your souls to the devil) is Thunderin' Jaysus.) | (An alternate choice for Thanam o'n Dhoul (your souls to the devil) is Thunderin' Jaysus.) | ||
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| + | * [http://youtube.com/watch?v=DU97TGbp6po "Finnegan's Wake" performance by The Clancy Brothers & Robbie O'Connell] | ||
| + | <p> | ||
| + | <h2>What started the Fight?</h2> | ||
| + | <br/> | ||
| + | <I>Biddy O'Brien began to cry<br/> | ||
| + | "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?<br/> | ||
| + | "Arrah, Tim, <u><b>mavourneen,</b></u> why did you die?"<br/> | ||
| + | "Ah, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee!<br/> | ||
| + | Then Biddy O'Connor took up the job<br/> | ||
| + | "O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure":<br/> | ||
| + | Biddy gave her a belt in the gob<br/> | ||
| + | And left her sprawlin' on the floor.<br/> | ||
| + | And then a mighty war did rage<br/></i> | ||
| + | <br/> | ||
| + | <u><b>Mavourneen</b></u> seems to have the sense of physical lover. | ||
| + | "Arrah, Tim, my fleshly lover, why did you die?" That's why Biddy O'Connor replied, "You must be wrong." And the fight was off and "Shillelagh law did all engage" - meaning that they started to beat on one another indiscriminately with their wooden shillelaghies. | ||
Latest revision as of 23:27, 8 May 2013
From Wikipedia: [1]
"Finnegan's Wake" is a song, called a street-ballad, that arose perhaps in the 1850s. It is one of several mock-Irish stage songs that were very popular in 19th-century American vaudeville. It is famous for being parodied in James Joyce's masterwork, Finnegans Wake, where the comic resurrection becomes symbolic of a universal cycle of life. The interesting irony with there being whiskey --"whiskey" comes from the Gaelic, uisge beatha (pronounced ish-guh-ba-ha), meaning "water of life"-- at a wake, and more-over being what revives him. Joyce removed the apostrophe in the title to assert an active process in which a multiplicity of "Finnegans," that is, all of us, wake, that is, arise after falling.
Finnegan's Wake lyrics:
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 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 left her sprawlin' on the floor.
And then a mighty war did rage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
Shillelagh law did all engage
And the row and the ruction soon began.
Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
When a naggin of whiskey flew at him,
It missed, and fallin' on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim.
Bedad he revives! See how he rises!
Timothy rising from the bed:
"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes!
Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?"
(An alternate choice for Thanam o'n Dhoul (your souls to the devil) is Thunderin' Jaysus.)
What started the Fight?
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 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 left her sprawlin' on the floor.
And then a mighty war did rage
Mavourneen seems to have the sense of physical lover.
"Arrah, Tim, my fleshly lover, why did you die?" That's why Biddy O'Connor replied, "You must be wrong." And the fight was off and "Shillelagh law did all engage" - meaning that they started to beat on one another indiscriminately with their wooden shillelaghies.
