text:  Well, his friends, they gathered at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch. First she brought out tea and cakes and pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch. Betty O'Brien began to cry, such a nice clean corpse did you ever see? About ten o'clock in the morning, why did you die? Oh, dear God, says Patty McGee, now whack for your dad, now dance with your partner, what