Belfast - Brian Finnegan

I'll be on my way, leaving west LA at sunrise The time's been great I kinda wish that I could stay for a little while longer I've got a goal, but I want you to know I'll be back again I'm going home to the people I love Where I was born and raised Where the streets and the history remain But oh how the times have changed I know it rains, but it's always pretty Back to the friends that I can't take with me We'll have a night out in Belfast City alright Now I can't sleep, but I can tell you honestly, it's fine 'Cause I'm still dreaming 'Cause it has got me feeling a little high But that's alright Ooh, I swear, I don't care if I ever have to leave again I'm going home to the people I love Where I was born and raised Where the streets and the history remain But oh how the times have changed I know it rains, but it's always pretty Back to the friends that I can't take with me We'll have a night out in Belfast City alright We'll have a night out in Belfast City, wo-oh (wo-oh) We'll have a night out in Belfast City, wo-oh (wo-oh) Now I'm on my way And I can't say that it's gonna be easy 'Cause wherever I go I'll hold you close, please believe me Oh, please believe me Ooh, I swear, I don't care if I ever have to leave again I'm going home to the people I love Where I was born and raised Where the streets and the history remain But oh how the times have changed I know it rains, but it's always pretty Back to the friends that I can't take with me We'll have a night out in Belfast City We'll have a night out in Belfast City We'll have a night out in Belfast City alright

I've got a ticket, To the fast city, Where the bells don't really ring, Getting off the plane the cold air, Rushes like bullets through my brain, And I'm divided between penguins and cats, But it's not about what animal you've got, It's about being able to fly, It's about dying nine times, Aah x 2 Walked on Broadway, Going up to falls, With the old man I used to know, The paintings on the walls of release, Are colourful but they are no Matisse, And I'm divided between penguins and cats, But it's not about what animal you've got, It's about being able to fly, It's about dying nine times, Aah x 2 It's about being able to fly, It's about dying nine times, Aah x 2

Oh tell me mah when i go home, the boys wont leave the girls allone. They pull my hair, they stole my cumb but thats alright till i go home. She is handsome, she is pretty, she is the bell of belfast city. she is curting one two three, pleas wont to tell me who is she. Albert mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fighting for her. They rap at the door and they ring at the bell, saying: oh my true love are you well? Out she comes as white as snow, rings on her fingers, bells on her toes. Old jenny murphy says she'll die, if she if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye. Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high and the snow come shovelling from the sky. She's as nice as apple pie and she'll get her own lad by and by. When she gets a lad of her own she won't telk her ma when she gets home. Let them all come as they will, but it's albert mooney she loves still

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street A gentleman Irish, mighty odd He had a brogue both rich and sweet And to rise in the world he carried a hod You see he'd a sort of the tipp' lin' way With the love of the liquor, poor Tim was born And to help him on with his work each day He'd a drop of the craythur every morn Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner Welt the floor your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I tell you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake One mornin' Tim was rather full His head felt heavy, which made him shake He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull And they carried him home his corpse to wake They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet And laid him out upon the bed With a gallon of whiskey at his feet And a barrel of porter at his head His friends assembled at the wake And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch First they 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 Mavourneen why did you die?" "Arrah hold your gob" said Paddy McGee Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job "O 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 It was woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage And a row and a ruction soon began Then Mickey Maloney raised his head When a bucket of whiskey flew at him It missed and falling on the bed The liquor scattered over Tim Tim revives, see how he rises Timothy rising from the bed Said "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes Thundering Jesus, do you think I'm dead?"

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 for 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 Round the flure yer trotters shake Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye, We had 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 His friends assembled at the wake, And Widow 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, auvreem! O, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee Then Maggie O'Connor took up the cry, "O Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure" Biddy gave her a belt in the gob And sent 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 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 Now the spirits new life gave the corpse, my joy! Tim jumped like a Trojan from the bed Cryin will ye walup each girl and boy, T'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, A gentle Irishman - Mighty Odd - He'd a beautiful brogue So rich and sweet, to rise in the world He carried a hod, You see He'd sort of a Trippling way: with love for a liquor Poor Tim was born, to help him on with His work each day, He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn' One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt Heavy, which made him shake, fell from the Ladder and broke his skull, so they carried Him home, his corpse to wake, rolled Him up in a nice clean sheet, and laided Him upon the bed, A bottle of Whiskey At his feet, and a gallon of Porter At his head Chorus: 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 Finnegan's Wake His friends assembled at his wake And Missus Finnegan called for lunch First they brought in tea and cake Then pipes, tobacco and Whiskey Punch Biddy OBrien begged to cry, such a Nice clean corpse did you see Arrah hold your gob see Paddy Magee Chorus: Then O Connor took up the job "Arrah!" Biddy says she Ye're wrong I'm Sure, Biddy then gave her a belt on The gob and left her 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 Mickey Maloney raised his head when a bottle Of Whiskey flew at him, it missed him falling on The Bed, the liquor scattered over Tim, Tim Revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed Whirl your Whisky around like blazes Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead