text:  Whiskey scattered on the bed, and the liquor scattered over Tim. I'll be dead, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed. Said hurl all your whiskey around like blazes, tottering chases, do you think I'm dead? Whack for your dad, I'll dance with your partner, we'll deploy your trotter shape, wasn't it? The truth I told you, lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake, oh whack for your dad.