♪ Sure, it was a low day, with swallowing air, and small and heavy seas of harm. Everything was bright and neat, for Ireland's people, sons and daughters. Sure, the gilkins, and the clogans, and the fancies all were out.
By and by, the fight began, as they had foreseen. Now, here's Finnegan, what a lover might be Finnegan. Sure, the trouble will begin again, now that Finnegan's around.
The little old man Flanagan, what a call of God to Branigan. Telephone him that old Finnegan, dear Finnegan, as he's running around in his bare skin again. Flanagan, try and get the neighbors cool again.
Stand in front of his door, Flanagan, for the sake of all mankind. Can you see him, Mr. Sassody?
Flanagan? Tell the leader of the band again, to play on again, on again. Finnegan, Finnegan, there's a little of a time.
♪ It's Finnegan, what a lover might be Finnegan. Sure, the trouble will begin again, now that Finnegan's around. The little old man Flanagan, what a call of God to Branigan.
Telephone him that old Finnegan, dear Finnegan, as he's running around in his bare skin again. Flanagan, try and get the neighbors cool again. Stand in front of his door, Flanagan, for the sake of all mankind.
Can you see him, Mr. Sassody? Flanagan?
Tell the leader of the band again, to play on again, on again. Finnegan, Finnegan, and there's a little of a time. ♪ He prayed that old heiress, foreign heiress, all the festivities of March, everything was running fine without the wine, the folks were merry.
Sure, the kingess and the ceiless entered his bed, thick and rail, in the midst of all the joy they had to see and squeal. It's Finnegan, what a lover might be Finnegan. Sure, the trouble will begin again, now that Finnegan's around.
Well, tell the doorman, Flanagan, for to call up Dr. Flanagan. Telephone him that old Finnegan, dear Finnegan, as he's running around in his bare skin again.
Flanagan, try and get the neighbors cool again. Stand in front of his door, Flanagan, for the sake of all mankind. Can you see him, Mr.
Sassody? Flanagan? Tell the leader of the band again, to play on again, on again.
Finnegan, Finnegan, Finnegan, the trouble of a time.
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