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dibs – That’s the polite version but there was another. Unfortunately all the fellas have died. Maybe their brother Bobby would know it. Also a wonderful take-off on Big Buck Mulligan who (in the poem) walks around an arena w/ his erect prick on which he places a variety of objects. Absolutely hilarious.

One of my favorites….

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd

He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an’ to rise in the world he carried a hod

You see he’d a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born

To help him on his way each day, he’d a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake

Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake

Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake

Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed

A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake
His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch

First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O’Brien began to cry, “Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?”, “Will ye hould your gob?” said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

Then Maggie O’Connor took up the job, “Biddy” says she “you’re wrong, I’m sure”
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t’was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying “Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t’underin’ Jaysus, do ye think I’m dead?”

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn’t it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1uo0gkrDgM

Maybe someday, i’ll go back again to Ireland
If my dear old wife would pass away
She nearly has my heart broke with all her naggin
she’s got a mouth as big as galway bay

See her drinkin 16 pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon
And then she can walk home without a sway
If the sea were beer instead of salty water
She would live and die in galway bay

See her drinkin 16 pints of Padgo Murphy’s
When the barman says “I think its time to go”
She doesn’t try to speak to him in gaelic
But a language that the clergy do not know

On her back she has tattooed a map of Ireland
And when she takes her bath on Saturday
She rubs the sunlight soap around by Claddaugh
Just to watch the suds roll down by Galway Bay

RF – UGH! that was the worst news all day! I live on my NYT app on my iphone and now I have to start paying for it – UGH! – get more advertisers don’t ask me to pay $1.00 a week or whatevers

Dona – haaaa!