Here is a variation of the lyrics for Finnegan's Wake.

FINNEGAN'S WAKE

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street
A gentleman Irish might odd
He had a tongue both rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
Oh but Tim had a sort of tippling way
With a love of the liquor he was born
And to start him on his way each day
He'd drop of the creator every morn

Chorus
Whack for the dah now dance to your partners
Around and round your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

One morning Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy he began to shake
He fell of the ladder and he broke his skull
Then they carried him home his corpse to wake
They wrapped him up in a nice clean
They laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrell of porter at his head

Chorus

His friend assembled at the wake
And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
Well first she brought them tay and cake
Then piped tobacco and whisky punch
The widow Malone began to cry
Such nice clean corpse did ye's ever see
Musha Tim, mavourneen why did you die?
Will you hold your gob said Paddy Magee

Chorus

Well Mrs O Conner took up the job
Ah Biddie, says she, You're wrong I'm sure
When Biddie hit her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
And then a mighty war did then engage
'Twas woman to woman and man to man
Silelegh law was all the rage
And a row and eruption soon began

Chorus

Ah Micky Moloney ducked his head
When a nagan of whiskey flew at him
He ducked and it fell on the bed
And the whiskey scatters over Tim
Ah, bedad he revives and see how he rises
Timothy risin up in the bed
Saying fling me whiskey around like blazes
Thundering Jaysus do you think I'm dead

Chorus

How is the ould one? ... - Game ball ...

(Enda McCabe)