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

[Intro Riff]
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B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------9--9-9-------11--11-11--| x4
D|--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--9--9-9--9-9--11--11-11--|
A|--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--7--7-7--9-9---9---9--9--|
E|--7--7-7-7-7--4--4-4-4-4----------7-7-------------|
 (the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)

[Verse 1] (ring out chords)
    B                                G#
One morning Tim was rather full, 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                                        G#
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed, 
  E                                    B                F#
A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of Porter at his head

[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

[Verse 2] (ring out)
    B                                  G#
His friends assembled at his wake, and Missus Finnegan called for lunch 
E                                        B                  F#
First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch 
B                                   G#
Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a nice clean corpse that you ever did see 
E                                       B                 F#
Tim brother, hey why did you die? 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                               G#
Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job, Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure 
E                                         B                  F#
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor 
B                             G#
Then the war did soon engage, Woman to Woman and Man to Man 
    E                                 B                 E 
Shillelah-law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began 
B                                      G#
Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a bottle Of whiskey flew at him, 
   E                                  F#
It missed him falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim, 
B                              G#
Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed 
E                                      F#
Whirl your whisky around like 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