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| 2:32 | 
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> Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien began to cry, ""Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see, Tim avourneen, why did you die?"", ""Will ye hould your gob?"" said Paddy McGee Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Then Maggie O'Connor 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 Then the war did soon 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 now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed Saying ""Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"" Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake |
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| 2. |
| 5:51 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:38 |
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| 4. |
| 3:04 |
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| 2:56 |
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| 2:55 |
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| 7. |
| 5:58 |
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| 8. |
| 2:27 |
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| 9. |
| 0:21 |
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| 10. |
| 2:58 |
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> Well if you got a wingo,
take her up to ringo, Where the waxies sing o all the day, If youve had your fill of porter, And you cant go any further, Give yer man the order "Back to the Quay" And take her up to Monto, Monto, Monto, Take her up to Monto, langeroo, to you. The Dirty Duke of Gloucester the dirty old imposter, Took his mot and lost her up the Furry Glen, He first put on his bowler, then he buttoned up his trousers, And he whistled for a growler and he said "My man", Take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto, Take me up to Monto, langeroo, to you. You see the Dublin Fusiliers, the dirty old bamboozileers, They went to get the childer one, two, three, Marchin from the linenhall theres one for every canonball, And Vickis going to send yis all oer the sea, But first go up to Monto, Monto, Monto, First go up to Monto, langeroo, to you. When the Tzar of Russia and the King of Prussia, Landed in the Phoenix Park in a big balloon, They asked the Police band to play the Wearing of the Green, But the buggers in the Depot didnt know that tune, So they both went up to Monto, Monto, Mont, They both went up to Monto, langeroo, to you. The Queen she came to call on us, She wanted to see all of us, Im glad she didnt fall on us, shes eighteen stone, Mr. me Lord Mayor, sez she, Is this all youve got to show to me? Why no, maam, there is more to see, Pg mo thin, And he took her up to Monto, Monto, Monto, He took her up to Monto, langeroo, Goodnight to you |
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| 2:14 |
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| 12. |
| 4:11 |
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| 2:43 |
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Dominic Behan
[Chorus:] Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up For it's off each morning to the pop And then she's in for another little drop For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly [Chorus] Oh she walks along Fitzgibbon street with an independent air And then it's down be Summerhill and as the people stare She says it's nearly half past one, and it's time I had another little one Ah the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly [Chorus] Long years ago when men were men and fancied May Oblong Or lovely Beckie Cooper or Maggie's Mary Wong One woman put them all to shame, just one was worthy of the name And the name of the dame was Dicey Reilly [Chorus] Oh but time went catching up on her like many pretty whores And it's after you along the street before you're out the door The balance weighed and they looks all fade, but out of all that great brigade Still the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly [Chorus] |
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| 3:42 |
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| 15. |
| 2:04 |
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| 3:17 |
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As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be? Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before |
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| 2:25 |
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| 2:28 |
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As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by the candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of amber coals In all me life I ne'er did see A maid so sweet about the soul Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye As I came back through Dublin City At the hour of half past eight Who should I spy but the Spanish lady Brushing her hair in the broad daylight First she brushed it, then she tossed it On her lap was a silver comb In all me life I ne'er did see A maid so fair since I did roam Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye As I returned to Dublin City As the sun began to set Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Catching a moth, in a golden net First she saw me, then she fled me Lifted her petticoats o'er her knee In all me life I ne'er did see A maid so fair as the Spanish lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye I've wandered north and I have wonder south Through Stoney Barter and Patrick's close Up and around, by the Gloucester Diamond And back by Napper Tandys' house Auld age has laid her hands on me Cold as a fire of ashy coals But there is the love of me Spanish lady A maid so sweet about the soul Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Ray lady Whack for the Too Rye, ooh, Rye aye |
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