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Finnegan's Wake

アーティスト:Dropkick Murphys  アルバム:Finnegan's Wake  作詞:Unknown  作曲:TRADITIONAL 

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Tim Finnegan lived in Watlin Street, a gentle Irishman, mighty odd He'd a beautiful brogue, so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod He'd a sort of a tipplin' way, with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born And to help him on with his work every day he'd a drop of the Craythur every morn One mornin Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake He fell from a ladder and broke his skull so they carried him home, his corpse to wake They rolled 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 And whack fol the dah O, dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake, Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots o' fun at Finnegan's wake! His friends assembled at his wake and Missus Finnegan called for lunch First they brought in tay and cake then pipes, tobacco an' whiskey punch Biddy O' Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse did ya ever did see? Tim, mavourneen why did ya die?" "Arhhh hold ya gob!" said Patty McGee


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