Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Key: C Difficulty: Novice Verse: C Am F G Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd C Am F G C He had a brogue so rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod C Am C Am An' you see he'd a sort of a tippelen way with the love of the liquor Tim was born C Am F G C An' to help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Chorus: C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Verse: C Am F G One morning Tim felt rather full, his a-head felt heavy and it made him shake C Am F G C Well he fell from the ladder and he broke his skull, an' they carried him home his corpse to wake C Am C Am They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, they laid him out upon the bed C Am F G C With a bottle of porter at his feet and a bottle of whiskey at his head Chorus: C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Verse: C Am F G His friends assembled at the wake, an' Mrs Finnegan called for lunch (c'mon Brady bring in the tay) C Am F G C Well first they brought in tea and cakes, then the pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch C Am C Am Then the widow Maloney began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see, C Am F G C ara Tim avourneen, why did you die?\
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