Watch as frat boy Johnny gives a eulogy for poor Timothy...
Huge thanks to Nick Culver for having us perform at the Atonement Church in Stony Point, NY; and to the Clarkstown Police for lending us a casket 🤣
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Johnny Houlihan - Melodeon/Vocals
Shannon Cokeley - Guitar/Vocals
Tommy Ma - Bodhran/Vocals
Billy Houlihan - Banjo/Vocals
John Damiano - Drums
Michael "Zeus" Zayas - Bass
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Nick Culver - Father Ted
Vinny Cueva - Tim Finnegan
Grandma - Biddy O'Brien
Wally - Paddy McGee
Mike Keane - Mickey Maloney
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Directed by Vinny Cueva
Filmed by Jess Mazzarella/Michael "Zeus" Zayas
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Tim Finnegan lived on Walkin Street,
A gentle Irishman mighty odd,
He had a tongue of both rich and sweet,
And a rise in the world he carried a hod,
Tim had a sort of a tipplin' way,
With the love of the liquor oh he was born,
To send him on his way each day,
He'd drop of the craythur every morn.
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner,
Welt the floor yer trotters shake,
Wasn'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 from the ladder and he broke his skull,
They carried him home his corpse to wake,
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
And laid him out upon the bed,
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet,
And a barrel of porter at his head.
His friends assembled at the wake,
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
First they brought in tea and cake,
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch,
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?"
"Ah shut your gob" said Paddy McGee.
Maggie O'Connor took up the job,
"Oh Biddy" she says "you're wrong, I'm sure,"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob,
And left her sprawling on the floor,
Civil war did then engage,
Was woman to woman and man to man,
Shilelagh law was all the rage,
And a row and a ruction soon began.
Mickey Maloney raised his head,
When a bottle of whiskey flew at him,
He ducked, and landed on the bed,
The liquor scattered over Tim,
Tim revives, see how he rises,
Timothy rising from the dead,
"Whittle your whiskey around like blazes,
Thunderin' Jesus, you think I'm dead?"
21 окт 2024
