Lyrics Волохонский, Волков, Фёдоров - Джойс - Part 6

finnegan's wake
Irish folk song

Tim Finnegan lived on the very corner
Right to left a little to the side
In his left hand he had a poker
And in his right hand he held a scraper

He was a simple plasterer
He loved to drink no worse than anyone
Loved him for that simplicity
And to drink so drink by God is not a sin

Dances at the wake on three halves
Shake the floorboards, sweep the whole floor
Swing the bench, slam the lid
Jump under the chair, get under the table!

Once in the morning Tim got to the bottom
He shook his head under sighs and wheezing
He fell off the stove in the middle of the day
And in the evening he broke his neck and died

They laid him in an open coffin
On the family bed along the beans
Half a liter of vodka at his feet
Two mugs of beer are in their heads

Dances at the wake on three halves
Shake the floorboards, sweep the whole floor
Swing the bench, slam the lid
Jump under the chair, get under the table!

Friends gathered to remember him
The young widow calls for breakfast:
Seagull first, because you can't go without tea
And there, you see, he carries a smoke

And there and drink. Here Nyura yell:
My handsome boy, where are you, where are you ?!
And Klavka to her: Enough to lie!
Not where and where, but there and there!

Dances at the wake on three halves
Shake the floorboards, sweep the whole floor
Swing the bench, slam the lid
Jump under the chair, get under the table!

Here Nyura is different, let's yell:
Ah, Nyura, alas, you are wrong!
But Nyura managed to drive it down her throat
And do not swallow that one, alas ...

Big fight, big family
Sisters and brothers, man with a man
They fight, they shake like a goose and a pig,
With glove claws, a shoe with a boot.

Dances at the wake on three halves
Shake the floorboards, sweep the whole floor
Swing the bench, slam the lid
Jump under the chair, get under the table!

And Mickey Klavkin is sitting alone
His dear soul is full of sorrow
A bottle of vodka flies into him
And she pours on the dead body

Tim is resurrected and doused with vodka,
See, from the coffin gets out of bed
Finnegan gets up and howls:
Me, yours, and death does not take!

Dances at the wake on three halves
Shake the floorboards, sweep the whole floor
Swing the bench, slam the lid
Jump under the chair, get under the table!