tuxette's Journal: another drinking song for the weekend

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,
See he'd sort of a tipplin way:
With love for the liquor poor tim was born,
To help him a man with his work each day,
He'd a drop of the craythin' every morn'

Chorus:

Whack fol-de-dah
Now dance to your partner,
Welt the floor,
Your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth
They told ye 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,
They carried him home,
His corpse to wake,
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
And laid him out upon the bed,
A gallon of whiskey at his feet,
And a bottle of porter at his head

Chorus

His friends assembled at the wake
And misses finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see
Tim me boy yadda hoy dida ho yada
Arrah hold your gob
Said Patty Megee

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

Chorus

Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bottle of whickey 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
Says Whirl your whisky around like blazes Thanum o'n Dhoul,
Do ye think i'm dead?

Chorus

Hehe. Reminds me of something

[buffer-overflowed]

I almost posted. My recipe for a manhattan.

Combine in one shaker:
Three Ice cubes
A capful and a half of sweet vermouth(about 3/4ths of an ounce if you want to get anal)
A splash of aromatic bitters.
Fill to a sane level with bourbon(I recommend Bulleit, it's cheap and quite good. Technically this should be about 2 1/4ths ounces)

Shake gently so as not to bruise or cloud the spirits until condensation forms on the shaker and you know it's cold. The ice should have melted a bit by then.

Pour into either an o

Whiskey

[aridhol]

Well, there's a reason that whiskey is a translation of "water of life" ;)

Multi-Purpose Song

[annielaurie]

Should be of use to numerous journal readers who drink and numerous other journal readers who have babies in the household, since it's set to the same tune.

In Ireland:
Gather up the pot and the old tin pan,
The malt, the mash, the barley and the bran.
Run like the devil from the excise man.
Keep the smoke from risin', Barney!

Which made a transition to Scotland as a nursery song, baby-bouncing song, or lullabye:

Bye, bye, bye, babby babby-bee,
Sittin' on your mammy's knee.
Bye, bye, bye, babby babby-bee,
Greetin'