MacEdward Leach and the Songs of Atlantic Canada
Finnegan's Wake (Version II)
Jack Swain NFLD 1 Tape 6A Track 10
Calvert Audio:
Comic song

(speaks): This is only gonna be "Finnegan's Wake," this one.

I'm a decent labouring youth
I were born in the town of Dunschlocklin
I'm a widower now in my youth
Since I buried sweet Molly McLaughlin
I was married but once in my life
I'll never commit such a sin again
When I found that she was my wife
She was fond of one Barney McFinnegan

Chorus: Whack fol-oral-i-dee Whack foloral-i-laddie-o
Sing fol-de-dol-aral-i-dee To me right fo-oral-alady

Her father had castles in mud
In which I was fond of admiring
They were built since the time of the flood
To keep her ancestors drying
When he found I had money bespoke
Oh first he got fat and then he got thin again
In the struggle his gizzard he broke
And that made a corpse of Finnegan

Chorus: Whack fol-oral-i-dee Whack foloral-i-laddie-o
Sing fol-de-dol-aral-i-dee To me right fo-oral-alady

For convenience the corpse was put
Along with his friends in the barn sure
While some they came to it on foot
And others came down from Dungaron's shore
My wife she cried and she sobbed
I chucked her out twice she got in again
And I gave her a belt in the gob
When I was knocked down by Finnegan

Chorus: Whack fol-oral-i-dee Whack foloral-i-laddie-o
Sing fol-de-dol-aral-i-dee To me right fo-oral-alady

The bed and the corpse was upset
The row would commence in a minute sure
And the devil a bit of a stick had I got
'Til I tore a leg out of the furniture
And faith the blood flew about
Eyes were knocked out and shoved in again
I got a Sou'westering clout
Which put me on top of McFinnegan

Chorus: Whack fol-oral-i-dee Whack foloral-i-laddie-o
Sing fol-de-dol-aral-i-dee To me right fo-oral-alady

How long I was dead I don't know
I know that I wasn't living sure
'Til I woke with a pain in my toes
"For they were both tied with a ribbon sure
I opened me mouth for to speak
The sheet is clapped up to me chin again
"Oh Molly says I, "I am weak."
Says she, "You'll be buried with Finnegan."

Chorus: Whack fol-oral-i-dee Whack foloral-i-laddie-o
Sing fol-de-dol-aral-i-dee To me right fo-oral-alady

I opened my eyes for to see
I strove to get up to knock her about
But I found that my toes they were tied
Like a spoon in a pot o' thick stir-about
I soon got the use of my toes
By a friend of the corpse Larry Linnegan
Who helped me to get into my clothes
And throw the grass quilt over Finnegan

Chorus: Whack fol-oral-i-dee Whack foloral-i-laddie-o
Sing fol-de-dol-aral-i-dee To me right fo-oral-alady

She didn't come home from the spree
Full of whisky right up to the brim, sure
And she showed as much mercy to me
As a hungry man shows the red herring sure
One Billy Goat fist her I give
Which caused her to grunt and to grin again
And in six months I opened the grave
And slapped her on the bones of Finnegan

Chorus: Whack fol-oral-i-dee Whack foloral-i-laddie-o
Sing fol-de-dol-aral-i-dee To me right fo-oral-alady

Oh now I am single again
I'll spend my time waking and battering
I'll go to the fair with the men
I'll dance with the girls for a pattern
They swear I am stuck to the lean
But as they says to catch him again
Though they'll never come chuckle o'er me
But they might be related to Finnegan


Notes

See the notes for the first version of Finnegan's Wake.

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