Me Uncle's Wake

Me Uncle was a drinking man and maybe that's to blame

He was only forty-seven when the Banshee called his name

A giant man with two big hands, he'd stood at six-foot-four

So when the table wasn't big enough we laid him on the floor

No-one knows what killed him, they found him in the shed

It must have been a heart attack is all the doctor said

When he was done the priest had come and said his couple of prayers

And we dug the fancy china out from underneath the stairs

Shots and bottles and pints and cans, enough to fill a lake

Preparation for the visitors we knew we'd have to make