A wake for Finn Mulligan was had this weekend, sad day indeed... until it wasn't.
Finn Mulligan lived in Nicholshire, A gentle Irishman - Mighty Odd - He'd a beautiful brogue So rich and sweet, to rise in the world He carried a pick, You see He'd sort of a Trippling way: with love for a liquor Poor Finn was born, to help him on with His fight each day, He'd a drop of the Whiskey every morn'
One morning Finn was rather full, his head felt Heavy, which made him shake, fell from the Battle and broke his skull, so they carried Him home, his corpse to wake, rolled Him up in a Nemean sheet, and laided Him upon the bed, A bottle of Whiskey At his feet, and a gallon of battery acid At his head
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told Ye Lots of fun at Nemean Wake
His friends assembled at his wake And Boltac Lowleaves called for lunch, First they brought in Cakes and Ale, Then pipes, tobacco and Whiskey Punch. Ramon Kalivantes begged to cry, such a Nice clean corpse did you see. Nazere said “Finn ain’t never been clean!” seconded by Togare and Willie!
Then Timmy O Connor took up the job "Arrah!" Nazere says he Ye're wrong I'm Sure, Willie then gave him a belt on The gob and left him sprawling on the Floor, there the war did soon engage Woman to Woman and Man to Man Shillelah-law was all the rage, an A Row and a Ruction soon began. Maarek Elets raised his head when a bottle Of Whiskey flew at him, it missed him falling on The Bed, the liquor scattered over Finn, Finn Revives, see how he rises, Finn rising from the bed. Whirl your Whisky around like blazes Oi Oi Oi, do ye think I'm dead?