Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street A gentle Irishman mighty odd; Had a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet To rise in the world he carried a hod. Now Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way With a love for the liquor Tim was born To help him on with his work each day Had a drop of the cray-thur every morn. Chorus: Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner Whirl the floor, your trotters shake; Wasn't...