Можно запросто протянуть английский язык по-ирландски!
Насколько же он не похож на рафинированный БиБиСишный :)))
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentleman Irish mighty odd
Well he had a brogue both rich and sweet an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
Ah but Tim had a bit of tipplin way with the love of the liquor he was born
And to send him on his way each day he'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn

Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer parner around the flure yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Well they wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet and they laid him out upon the bed
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer parner around the flure yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Well his friends assembled at the wake and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
Well first they brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch
Then Widow Malone began to cry 'Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see
Arrah, Tim Mavourneen, why did you die?' 'Will ye hould your gob?' said Molly McGee

Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer parner around the flure yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Well Mary O'Connor took up the job 'Biddy' says she 'you're wrong, I'm sure
Well Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Well civil war did then engage, woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer parner around the flure yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Well Tim Maloney ducked his head, when a bottle of whiskey flew at him
He ducked and, landing on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises Tim Finnegan rising in the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer parner around the flure yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake