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Finnegan's Wake (Ryan's Fancy) videos
See also: Finnegan's Wake (Rankin Street)
And also: Molly McLaughlin (MacEdward Leach)
#108: YouTube video by quickaccent2006 ©2007
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street,
A gentle Irish man, mighty odd;
Well he had a brogue both rich and sweet,
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
Now Tim had a bit of the tippler's way,
Ah, with a love of the liquor he was born;
And to send him on with his way each day,
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn.

Whack fol, me darlin', dance to your partner,
'Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Isn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

Well one mornin' Tim felt rather full,
Well his head was heavy and it made him shake;
He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull,
So they took him home his corpse to wake.
Now they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
And laid poor Tim upon the bed;
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet,
And a case of Blue Star at his head.

Whack fol, me darlin', dance to your partner,
'Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Isn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

Now Tim's friends assembled at the wake,
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch;
Ah, she brought in tea and whisky cake,
Then pipes, tobacco, and brandy punch.
Then the widow Malone began to cry,
"Aw, such a lovely corpse as you've ever seen;
O, Tim, my darlin', why did ye die?"
"Hold your gob," says Molly McGhee!

Whack fol, me darlin', dance to your partner,
'Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Isn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

Now Mickey Kennedy took up the job,
Says he, "Now Biddy, you're wrong, I'm sure."
And Biddy gave him a belt in the gob,
And left him sprawlin' on the floor.
Civil war did then engage,
'Twas woman-to-woman and man-to-man;
Shillelagh law was all the rage,
And a row and a ruction soon began.

Whack fol, me darlin', dance to your partner,
'Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Isn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

Then Mick Malone ducked his head,
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him;
He jumped, and it landed on the bed,
And the whisky scattered over Tim!
Tim revives! See how he rises!
Tim Finnegan rising in the bed,
Saying, "Throwing your whiskey around like blazes,
Well, Holy Moses! Do you think I'm dead?"

Whack fol, me darlin', dance to your partner,
'Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Isn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

Whack fol, me darlin', dance to your partner,
'Round the floor, your trotters shake;
Isn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

####.... Variant of a 19th-century comedy stage song written by John F Poole. Also a variant of a 19th-century traditional broadside ballad, Tim Finnegan's Wake (Laws Q17) American Balladry From British Broadsides (G Malcolm Laws, 1957). Also a variant of a 19th-century British broadside ballad, Finnegan's Wake, published by W S Fortey (London) sometime between 1858 and 1885, and archived at the Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, shelfmark: Firth b.25(254) ....####
John Frank Poole [1826-1892], songwriter and proprietor of the Olympic Theatre on Broadway in New York City was born in Dublin, Ireland and was brought to New York as a boy. He worked in theatre there in various capacities most of his life. He composed the words of Tim Finigan's Wake in 1861 or 1862 for Tony Pastor, the originator of American vaudeville, coupling them to an existing melody, The French Musician.

This variant was arranged and recorded by Ryan's Fancy (Newfoundland Drinking Songs, trk#8, 1973, Audat Records, Oshawa, Ontario).


See more songs by Ryan's Fancy.

A variant was collected in 1950 from John Joseph (Jack) Swain [1892-1982] of Calvert, NL and published as Version 1 in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).

The video below features an excellent guitar performance of a variant by Tony Archibald from Port St Mary on the Isle of Man.


#846: YouTube video by threelegsoman ©2007
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Tim [C] Finnegan lived in Walkin' [Am] Street,
A gentle Irish man, [F] mighty odd;
Well he [C] had a brogue both rich and sweet,
And to [Am] rise in the world he [F] carried a hod.
Now Tim [C] had a bit of the tippler's way,
[Am] Ah with a love of the liquor he was [C] born;
And to [C] send him on with his way each day,
[Am] He'd a drop of the cray-thur every [F] morn.


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