Finnegans Wake

    B                        
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling 
           G#
Street, a gentle Irishman - Mighty 
odd
       E
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and 
sweet,
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To rise in the world, he carried a 
hod,
    B
You see he'd sort of a Trippling 
way:
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With love for a liquor poor Tim was 
born,
   E
To help him on with his work each 
day,
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He'd a drop of the Craythor every 
        B
morn'...

[Intro Riff]
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 (the first two times, guitar 2 
justs hits chords)

[Verse 1] (ring out chords)
    B                              
One morning Tim was rather full, 
  G#
his head felt heavy, which made him 
shake,
E
Fell from the ladder and broke his 
skull,
        B                     F#
So they carried Him home, his corpse
 to wake
B                                 
Rolled him up in a nice clean 
       G#
sheet, and laid him out upon the 
bed,
  E                                
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, 
    B                F#
and a gallon of Porter at his head

[Chorus]
Continúa después del anuncio
    B                    G#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to 
your partner,
E               B   F#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
B             G#
Wasn't it the truth I told
   E           B  F#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

[Verse 2] (ring out)
    B                              
His friends assembled at his wake, 
    G#
and Missus Finnegan called for lunch
E                                 
First they brought in tea and 
       B                  F#
cake, then pipes, tobacco and 
whiskey punch
B                                 
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such 
  G#
a nice clean corpse that you ever 
did see
E                                 
Tim brother, hey why did you die? 
      B                 F#
Arrah hold your gob see Patty Magee

[Chorus]
    B                    G#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to 
your partner,
E               B   F#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
B             G#
Wasn't it the truth I told
   E           B  F#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

[Break]
B   E  F#   B
 Whoah,oh,oooh x2

[Verse 3]
     B                             
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the 
  G#
job, Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm 
sure
E                                 
Biddy then gave her a belt on the 
        B                  F#
gob and left her sprawling on the 
floor
B                             G#
Then the war did soon engage, Woman 
to Woman and Man to Man
    E                              
Shillelah-law was all the rage, an'
   B                 E
 a row and a ruction soon began
B                                 
Mickey Maloney raised his head, 
     G#
when a bottle Of whiskey flew at 
him,
   E                             
It missed him falling on the bed, 
     F#
the liquor scattered over Tim,
B                            
Tim revives, see how he rises, 
  G#
Timothy rising from the bed
E                           
Whirl your whisky around like 
           F#
blazes, "Tonamondeal, do ye think 
I'm dead?"

[Chorus] x2
    B                    G#
And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to 
your partner,
E               B   F#
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
B             G#
Wasn't it the truth I told
   E           B  F#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake