Finnegan is tired and down on his knees
Finnegan is weary and is wearing his disease
Too – ra … where you gonna run?
Too – ra … what have ya done?
“Looking for that place to rest my head
maybe they’ll forgive me when I’m am dead
maybe they’ll forget me when I’m long dead”
Too – ra … where you gonna lie?
Too – ra… where will ya die?
“Across the Ocean, that’s where I’ll make my way
Start a brand new life and change my ways
run in the dark until I dawn me new day.”
Finnegan ‘s body was just cut from the tree
The crowd went home; nothing more to see,
Too – ra … they still remember his name.
Too – ra … they say they sent ‘m to flames.