Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head When a noggin of whiskey flew at him, It missed, and falling on the bed The liquor scattered over Tim! The corpse revives! See how he raises! Timothy rising from the bed, Says,"Whirl your whiskey around like blazes Thanum an Dhul! Do you thunk I'm dead?"
Cho Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner Whirl the floor, your trotters shake; Wasn't it the truth I told you Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
You can say that again!