Finnegan's Wake

This is a traditional Irish drinking song. Dropkick does a very good version of this. They also do a good version of wild rover, another traditional irish song.

This is a good cover of the drinking song. It's about the wake of an Irishman who died, and at the wake they start drinking, and a brawl breaks out, and when Tim Finnegan is hit with a bottle of whiskey, he joins in the fray.

this, like many Dropkick songs, is a version of an old Celtic song. Rocky Road to Dublin, The Wild Rover, The Fighting 69th, Amazing Grace, Cadence to Arms and Skinhead on the MBTA are all traditional songs redone by Dropkick.

Skinhead isn't a Celtic song, it's an adaptation of "Charlie on the MTA" by Kingston Trio.

And technically cadence to arms is their own creation that goes into Scotland the Brave.

i think i just have a couple corrections for the lyrics, nothing big

"Hed a drop of the catheter every morn' "

kinda gross that hes drink in from a tube that goes up your......yeah

"His work every day"

anyways, not trying to be annoying, all i know is that this song was an instant classic when i heard it.

ROCK ON

i think i just have a couple corrections for the lyrics, nothing big

"Hed a drop of the catheter every morn' "

kinda gross that hes drink in from a tube that goes up your......yeah

"His work every day"

anyways, not trying to be annoying, all i know is that this song was an instant classic when i heard it.

ROCK ON

I think you're wrong. Catheter there makes no sense - Catheters weren't quite common back when this was originally written, and nobody would drink it. However, a name of a liquor is something Finnegan would've had a drink of.

Beyond that, try slipping "His work Every day" into that slot. Hmm? Doesn't fit? Didja skip and stutter trying to nip it in there? That gives it an extra syllable. Hence, each is correct and every is not.

Oi you kids, these are the actual lyrics, so there shall be no more disputing

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street A gentle Irishman, mighty odd He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet And to rise in the world he carried a hod. ya see he'd a sort of the tipplin' way 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 every morn.

Whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner Welt the floor, 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 rolled him up in a nice clean sheet And laid him out upon the bed, 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 she brought in tay and a cake Then pipes, tobacca' and whiskey punch. Biddy O'Brien began to cry "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? "O Tim, mavourneen2, why did you die?" "Arragh, hold your gob" cried Paddy McGhee!

Chorus

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job "O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure" Biddy she 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 a row and a ruction soon began.

Then Mickey Maloney raised his head When a noggin of whiskey flew at him, It missed, and falling on the bed The liquor scattered over Tim! Tim revives! See how he rises! Timothy rising from the bed, Says, "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes" "Thanum an Dhul 3, do you thunk I'm dead?"

Craythur is an old Gaelic term for Whiskey.

Finnegan = Finish + Begin Again the story is about a wake which in this case means a celebration of a death AND/OR to awaken from sleep/(death) as Tim does as the end