An Irish street ballad thought to have been written in the 1850s. It is the basis of James Joyce's novel |
An alternate choice for Thanam o'n Dhoul (Irish d'anam don Diabhal, "your soul to the devil") is Thunderin' Jaysus. Note that there are variants of many of the names and terms in the song.
- Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street
- A gentleman Irish, mighty odd;
- He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
- And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
- Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way
- With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born
- And to help him on with his work each day
- He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn.
- Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner
- Welt the flure, 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 wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
- And laid him out across the bed,
- With 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 they brought in tea and cake
- Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
- Biddy O'Brien began to cry
- "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
- "Arrah, Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
- "Ah, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee!
- Then Maggy O'Connor took up the job
- "O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure":
- Biddy 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 the row and the ruction soon began.
- Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
- When a flagon of whiskey flew at him,
- It missed, and fallin' on the bed
- The liquor scattered over Tim.
- Tim revives! See how he rises!
- Timothy rising from the bed
- Sayin': "Whirl your liquor around like blazes!
- Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?"
|This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.|