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Intro Verse: (clean)
SI SOL#
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a gentle Irishman - Mighty odd
MI
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
SI FA#
To rise in the world, he carried a hod,
SI
You see he'd sort of a Trippling way:
SOL#
With love for a liquor poor Tim was born,
MI
To help him on with his work each day,
SI FA# SI
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'...
Intro Riff
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(the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)
Verse 1: (ring out chords)
SI SOL#
One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy, which made him shake,
MI
Fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
SI FA#
So they carried Him home, his corpse to wake
SI SOL#
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed,
MI SI FA#
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of Porter at his head
Chorus
SI SOL#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
MI SI FA#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
SI SOL#
Wasn't it the truth I told
MI SI FA#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Verse 2: (ring out)
SI SOL#
His friends assembled at his wake, and Missus Finnegan called for lunch
MI SI FA#
First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
SI SOL#
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a nice clean corpse that you ever did see
MI SI FA#
Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah hold your gob see Patty Magee
Chorus x1
Break:
SI MI FA# SI
Whoah,oh,oooh x2
Verse 3:
SI SOL#
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job, Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure
MI SI FA#
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
SI SOL#
Then the war did soon engage, Woman to Woman and Man to Man
MI SI MI
Shillelah-law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began
SI SOL#
Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a bottle Of whiskey flew at him,
MI FA#
It missed him falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim,
SI SOL#
Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
MI FA#
Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"
Chorus x2
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