Excerpt Lyrics from The Campfire Songster

Tim Finnigan lived in Walker Street-
A gentle Irishman-mighty odd.
He'd a bit of a brogue, so rich and sweet,
And to rise in the world Tim carried a hod.
But Tim had a bit of a tipplin' way,
With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born,
And to help him out with his work each day,
He'd a drop of the creature every morn.

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