Tom: C
verse 1 

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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd 
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He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod 
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You see he'd a sort of a tippler's way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born 
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To help him on his work each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn 


Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
verse 2 C Am F G One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake C Am F G Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake C Am C Am Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed C Am F G C A gallon of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
verse 3 C Am F G His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch C Am F G First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch C Am C Am Biddy O'Brien began to cry, 'Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see, C Am C Am Tim avourneen, why did you die?', 'Will ye hould your gob?' said Paddy McGee
Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
verse 4 C Am F G Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, 'Biddy' says she 'you're wrong, I'm sure' C Am F G Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor C C Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man C C Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Verse 5 C Am F G Then Mickey Maloney raised his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him C Am F G It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim C Am C Am Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed C Am C Am Said 'Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I'm dead?'
Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

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