Planning My Own Wake
Strange title for a post but....you see from the time I was a child I have said that I wanted my wake to be a proper Irish wake, more of a party than anything else. Have the family all sitting around talking about the fun things in my life, the laughs, the good stories that make you smile. I have no fear of death, not one tiny bit, so planning my wake is not something scary to me and it never seemed morbid. I know just how I want it. There needs to be beer and whiskey, Jamison's, my favorite. Lots of Irish music, The Clancy Brothers and The Irish Rovers in particular. One song for sure and I will not be happy if its not played....as if I will know ; )
The song is in the video clip provided here. I want scones served and donuts, donuts are a family favorite, served every Sunday after church for decades with my family as aunts, uncles, cousins and a few friends gathered at my parents house just about every week. Maybe I should specify only chocolate donuts, as they were always gone by the time us kids got our hands in the boxes. I ended up with plain more often than not since I was one of the younger ones.
I have a friend whose mother has a kelly green casket picked out and paid for, she is Irish.
That sounds good to me but I may opt for cream color with Celtic knots painted on it.
I want Irish Step Dancers to dance, someone doing King of the Fairies.
Life is lived and it should be fun and good, full of love and friendship, and death is natural, part of the whole cycle of life, not to be feared, but not to be chased after either, I plan on hanging around for a very long time. But still I want everyone in my family to know what is to be done in the end. Strange subject today, but I was listening to the Clancy Brothers and this song is on the CD, made me think about my plans and so here they are. My fathers family is long lived and I am sure I take after him, no need to have the family run out and buy whiskey or book the dancers for a long many years to come.
Enjoy the music, have a laugh its such a funny song.
here are the lyrics if you don't get all the words on the clip.
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 the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day, h
e'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? 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
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs 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 avourneen, why did you die?",
"Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job,
"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, t'was 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 now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes,
t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?
"Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
The song is in the video clip provided here. I want scones served and donuts, donuts are a family favorite, served every Sunday after church for decades with my family as aunts, uncles, cousins and a few friends gathered at my parents house just about every week. Maybe I should specify only chocolate donuts, as they were always gone by the time us kids got our hands in the boxes. I ended up with plain more often than not since I was one of the younger ones.
I have a friend whose mother has a kelly green casket picked out and paid for, she is Irish.
That sounds good to me but I may opt for cream color with Celtic knots painted on it.
I want Irish Step Dancers to dance, someone doing King of the Fairies.
Life is lived and it should be fun and good, full of love and friendship, and death is natural, part of the whole cycle of life, not to be feared, but not to be chased after either, I plan on hanging around for a very long time. But still I want everyone in my family to know what is to be done in the end. Strange subject today, but I was listening to the Clancy Brothers and this song is on the CD, made me think about my plans and so here they are. My fathers family is long lived and I am sure I take after him, no need to have the family run out and buy whiskey or book the dancers for a long many years to come.
Enjoy the music, have a laugh its such a funny song.
here are the lyrics if you don't get all the words on the clip.
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 the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day, h
e'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? 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
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs 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 avourneen, why did you die?",
"Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job,
"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, t'was 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 now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes,
t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?
"Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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