As a Dubliner myself, I took the libery of using The Dubliners vernacular.
Also, it seems for every different version, he used different names in the song.
The version I took these from is a live version, I forget which album it s from.
But you can easily change then to suit yourself.
Also think he meant to say Tom Maloney in that fifth verse.
The Watkins St. named in the song, is in the Coombe in the inner city of Dublin, which
used to be the poorest poor part of Dublin, with the greatest people you
could ever wish to meet.
Musha means oh, or well, but in a
pitiful or sorrowful way.
Avourneen means my darling.
Gob means mouth, so,
Hold yer gob means to shut your mouth.
The sign off, how is yer auld wan, Game ball?
Your auld wan, is Dublin slang for your wife,
though can also mean your Mother.
And Game ball means, great, grand, fantastic.
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FINNEGANS WAKE
Ahh, Tim Finnegan lived in Watkins Street, A gentle Irish mighty odd
He had a brouge both rich and sweet, An to rise in the world, He carried a hod
Aah, But Tim had a bit of a tipplers way, With a love o the liquor he was born
And to send the monies away each day, He d a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol tha dah, Will ya dance to yer partner
Around the flure wit yer trotters shake
Isn t it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegans wake
Now, One mornin Tim was rather full, His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell off the ladder, And he broke his skull
Then they carried him home, His corpse to wake
Oh, They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet, They laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, And a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol tha dah, Will ya dance to yer partner
Around the flure wit yer trotters shake
Isn t it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegans wake
Well, His friends assembled at the wake, And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
Well, First she brought them tay and cake, Then pipes, Tobacco and brandy punch
Then the widdaw Malone began to cry, Aah, Such a lovely corpse did ya ever see
Musha, Tim avoureen, Why did you die, Will ye hould yer gob says Molly McGee
Whack fol tha dah, Will ya dance to yer partner
Around the flure wit yer trotters shake
Isn t it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegans wake
Oh well, Mary Murphy took up the job, Aah, Biddy says she, Yer wrong I m sure
Well, Biddy fetched er a belt in the gob, And left her sprawling on the floor
Aah, Civil war did then engage, T was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage, And a row and a ruction it soon began
Whack fol tha dah, Will ya dance to yer partner
Around the flure wit yer trotters shake
Isn t it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegans wake
Aah, Tim Maloney ducked his head, When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
He ducked, And landin on the bed, The whiskey scatterers over Tim
Aah, Bedad he revives, An see how he rises, Tim Finnegan risin in the bed
Sayin , Twirlin yer whiskey around like blazes
Be th thunderin Jaysus, Do yez think I m dead
Whack fol tha dah, Will ya dance to yer partner
Around the flure wit yer trotters shake
Isn t it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegans wake
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How is yer auld wan, Game ball
