I’d like you to give me a wake,
After I’m dead, make no mistake.
I’d like to see my friends
Drink and make amends
So stay up all night for my sake.
For I have been acquainted with the night
And gone a-roving so late into the night.
Toll each and every bell,
Wish me a fond fair-thee-well
And don’t go home till dawn has shed its light.
Give me a wake to make sure I’m dead,
A true Irish send-off though I’m not pure bred.
Pour me a pint of Guinness,
I’ll listen from my stillness
Then tell me the things you wish you’d said.