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Tim lived in watling street
A Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so and sweet
To in the world, he carried a hod

See, he'd of a tipplin' way
With love for the liquor poor Tim was
To him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to partner
Welt the floor, trotters shake
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At wake

One morning Tim got rather
His head felt heavy which him shake
from a ladder and he broke his skull
They carried him home, his corpse to

him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out the bed
A gallon of at his feet
And a bottle of porter at his

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to partner
Welt the floor, your shake
Wasn't it the truth, they ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

His friends assembled at the
And misses Finnegan called for
she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, and whiskey punch

Biddy O'Brien to cry
Such a nice clean corpse, did you see?
Tim mavourneen, why did you
Arrah, hold your gob, said Patty

fol, de, dah
Now, to your partner
Welt the floor, your shake
it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At wake

Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", says, she ye're wrong, I'm sure
then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the

There the war did soon
Woman to and man to man
law was all the rage
An a row and a ruction soon

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your
Welt the floor, trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's

Then Maloney raised his head
When a of whiskey flew at him
It him falling on the bed
The liquor scattered Tim

Tim revives, see how he
rising from the bed
Then Whirl whiskey around
blazes Thanum an Dhul
Do ye think I'm