Finnegans Wake

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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin 
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Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
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He had a brogue so rich and sweet,
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 an' to rise in the world he 
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carried a hod
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An' you see he'd a sort of a 
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tippelen way with the love of the 
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liquor Tim was born
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An' to help him on his way each 
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day, he'd a drop of the craythur 
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every morn

[Chorus]
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Whack fol the dah now dance to 
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yer partner around the flure yer 
trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

[Verse]
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One morning Tim felt rather full, 
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his a-head felt heavy and it made 
him shake
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Well he fell from the ladder and he
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 broke his skull, an' they carried
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 him home his corpse to wake
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They rolled him up in a nice clean
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 sheet, they laid him out upon the 
bed
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With a bottle of porter at his 
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feet and a bottle of whiskey at his 
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head

[Chorus]
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Whack fol the dah now dance to 
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yer partner around the flure yer 
trotters shake
Continúa después del anuncio
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

[Verse]
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His friends assembled at the wake,
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 an' Mrs Finnegan called for lunch 
(c'mon Brady bring in the tay)
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Well first they brought in tea and
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 cakes, then the pipes, tobacco and
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 whiskey punch
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Then the widow Maloney began to 
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cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did
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 you ever see,
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ara Tim avourneen, why did you 
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die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" 
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said Muddy McGee

[Chorus]
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Whack fol the dah now dance to 
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yer partner around the flure yer 
trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

[Verse]
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Then the widow Maloney took up the
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 job, alas says "Biddy, you're 
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wrong, I'm sure"
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An' Biddy gave her a belt in the 
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gob and left her sprawling on the 
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floor
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Well the civil war did soon 
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engage, t'was woman to woman an' man
 to man
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Shillelagh law was all the rage 
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and a row and a ruction soon began

[Chorus]
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Whack fol the dah now dance to 
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yer partner around the flure yer 
trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

[Verse]
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Then Tim Maloney ducked his head 
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when a bottle of whiskey flew at him
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He ducked an' landed on the bed, 
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the whiskey scattered over Tim
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An' Tim revives, an' see how he 
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rises, Tim Finnegan rising from the 
bed
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Says "Whittle your whiskey 'round 
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like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do 
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ye think I'm dead?"

[Chorus]
C                     Am         
Whack fol the dah now dance to 
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yer partner around the flure yer 
trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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Whack fol the dah now dance to 
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yer partner around the flure yer 
trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake