Cat. #0464 (MFH #192) - As sung by Mr. Fred Smith, Bentonville, Arkansas on January 20, 1960
VERSE 1
Tim Flinnigan lived on Walker Street
An Irish gentlemen, very odd
With a beautiful brogue, so rich an' sweet
Rise you th world, he cared about
Whack-for-ald dance your partners
Wilt-th-floor you trotters sweep
Listen to th truth I'll tell you
Plenty of fun at Finnigans wake
VERSE 2
One moning Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy, his limb did shake
He fell from a ladder an' broke his skull
They took him home, his corpse for t' wake
Whack-for-ald dance your partners
Wilt-th-floor you trotters sweep
Listen to th truth I'll tell ya
Plenty of fun at Finnigans wake
VERSE 3
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
An' laid 'im out upon th bed
Put fourteen candles at his feet
Couple dozen at 'is head
Whack-for-ald dance your partners
Wilt-th-floor you trotters sweep
Listen to th truth I'll tell you
Plenty of fun at Finnigans wake