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Tim lived in watling street
A gentle Irishman, odd
a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
To in the world, he carried a hod

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

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to partner
the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they told ye of fun
At wake

One morning Tim got full
His head heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his
They carried him home, his corpse to

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

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

His friends at the wake
And misses Finnegan for lunch
First she brought in tea and
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey

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

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

Then O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", biddy says, she wrong, I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a on the gob
And left her sprawling on the

There the war did soon
to woman and man to man
Shillelah law was all the
An a row and a ruction soon

fol, de, dah
Now, dance to partner
Welt the floor, your trotters
Wasn't it the truth, told ye lots of fun
At wake

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
Timothy rising the bed
Then Whirl whiskey around
Like blazes an Dhul
Do ye think I'm