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[Anonymous No.19486984]

soo.. now that the dust has settled. who woke finnegan up?

[Anonymous No.19487022]

>>19486984
>entire book is a dream sequence
>finnegans wake
Good one joyce

[Anonymous No.19487025]

>>19486984
God. A true tale of torture. Finnegan is eternally forced to begin again.

[Anonymous No.19487046]

>>19486984
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnmg3ihDsAc
>Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street
>A gentleman Irish, mighty odd;
>He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
>And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
>Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way
>With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born
>And to help him on with his work each day
>He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn.
>
>Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner
>Welt the flure, your trotters shake;
>Wasn't it the truth I told you
>Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
>
>One mornin' Tim was rather full
>His head felt heavy which made him shake,
>He fell from the ladder and broke his skull
>And they carried him home his corpse to wake.
>They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
>And laid him out across the bed,
>With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
>And a barrel of porter at his head.
>
>Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner
>Welt the flure, your 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 they brought in tea and cake
>Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
>Biddy O'Brien began to cry
>"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
>"Arrah, Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?"
>"Ah, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee!
>
>Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner
>Welt the flure, your trotters shake;
>Wasn't it the truth I told you
>Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
>
>Then Maggy O'Connor took up the job
>"O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure":
>Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
>And left her sprawlin' on the floor.
>And then the war did soon engage
>'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
>Shillelagh law was all the rage
>And the row and the ruction soon began.
>
>Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner
>Welt the flure, your trotters shake;
>Wasn't it the truth I told you
>Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
>
>Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head
>When a flagon of whiskey flew at him,
>It missed, and fallin' on the bed
>The liquor scattered over Tim.
>Tim revives! See how he rises!
>Timothy rising from the bed
>Sayin': "Whirl your liquor around like blazes!
>Thanam o'n Dhoul! D'ye think I'm dead?"
>
>Whack fol the dah now dance to your partner
>Welt the flure, your trotters shake;
>Wasn't it the truth I told you
>Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!
A bottle of whiskey woke Finnegan up

[Anonymous No.19487623]

>>19487046
>The greatest novel in the history of Irish literature
>Is named after a guy who was such an alcoholic he came back from the dead to keep getting drunk
Really makes you think.

[Anonymous No.19487920]

>>19487623
Anglos eternally filtered

[Anonymous No.19487933]

which finnegan? the title is plural.

[Anonymous No.19488103]

>>19487623
as a slav I hereby declare Ireland based

[Anonymous No.19488227]

>>19487920
Joyce was an Anglo.