Finnegan's Wake Songtext
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Finnegan's Wake Songtext
Tim Finnegan
Viv in Walkin Street
L′è un irlandés particulár
Al gh'a la vus d′un óm gentíl
E al sa fá ul cüü par tirá inanz
A ga pias tantu cicetá
E ga pias ul whiskey al pòru Tim
E par vütass a ná a lavurá
Al sa fá un gótt tütt i matinn
One mornin' Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell off the ladder and broke his skull
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 bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the dah will you dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn′t it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun on Finnegan′s wake
Ala véglia rivan tütt i amís
E Mrs. Finnegan cul disná
Lée l'a purtaa na turta e ul tè
Pö pipp, tabacch e l brandy punc
La sciura Malone a la piang fòrt
"A l′i mai vist un cadavar inscí?
Oo caru Tim, parchè sét mòrt?"
"Ma va a dá vía i ciapp" dis Molly McGee
Whack fol the dah will you dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn′t it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun on Finnegan's wake
Then Mary Murphy took up the job
"Biddy" says she "you′re wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
A 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 soon began
Whack fol the dah will you dance to your partner
′Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn′t it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun on Finnegan's wake
Pö Mickey Maloney l′a sbassaa ul cò
Quand un fiaschétt gh'è vulaa visín
A l′a mancaa e sül lètt (al) s'è rótt
E na mòta da whiskey l′a sluzzaa ul Tim
Tim sa disseda e pö al löva sü
E l sa tröva dananz tütt quéll casòtt
"Piantila lí che disséduf tütt!
Che cazzo credéuf? Che séri mòrt?"
Whack fol the dah will you dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun on Finnegan′s wake
Whack fol the dah will you dance to your partner
′Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun on Finnegan′s wake
Viv in Walkin Street
L′è un irlandés particulár
Al gh'a la vus d′un óm gentíl
E al sa fá ul cüü par tirá inanz
A ga pias tantu cicetá
E ga pias ul whiskey al pòru Tim
E par vütass a ná a lavurá
Al sa fá un gótt tütt i matinn
One mornin' Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell off the ladder and broke his skull
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 bottle of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the dah will you dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn′t it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun on Finnegan′s wake
Ala véglia rivan tütt i amís
E Mrs. Finnegan cul disná
Lée l'a purtaa na turta e ul tè
Pö pipp, tabacch e l brandy punc
La sciura Malone a la piang fòrt
"A l′i mai vist un cadavar inscí?
Oo caru Tim, parchè sét mòrt?"
"Ma va a dá vía i ciapp" dis Molly McGee
Whack fol the dah will you dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn′t it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun on Finnegan's wake
Then Mary Murphy took up the job
"Biddy" says she "you′re wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
A 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 soon began
Whack fol the dah will you dance to your partner
′Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn′t it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun on Finnegan's wake
Pö Mickey Maloney l′a sbassaa ul cò
Quand un fiaschétt gh'è vulaa visín
A l′a mancaa e sül lètt (al) s'è rótt
E na mòta da whiskey l′a sluzzaa ul Tim
Tim sa disseda e pö al löva sü
E l sa tröva dananz tütt quéll casòtt
"Piantila lí che disséduf tütt!
Che cazzo credéuf? Che séri mòrt?"
Whack fol the dah will you dance to your partner
'Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun on Finnegan′s wake
Whack fol the dah will you dance to your partner
′Round the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun on Finnegan′s wake
Writer(s): Dominic Behan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com