C Am F G Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd C Am F G C He had a brogue so rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod C Am C Am An' you see he'd a sort of a tippelen way with the love of the liquor Tim was born C Am F G C An' to help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn [Chorus] C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake [Verse] C Am F G One morning Tim felt rather full, his a-head felt heavy and it made him shake C Am F G C Well he fell from the ladder and he broke his skull, an' they carried him home his corpse to wake C Am C Am They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, they laid him out upon the bed C Am F G C With a bottle of porter at his feet and a bottle of whiskey at his head [Chorus] C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake [Verse] C Am F G His friends assembled at the wake, an' Mrs Finnegan called for lunch (c'mon Brady bring in the tay) C Am F G C Well first they brought in tea and cakes, then the pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch C Am C Am Then the widow Maloney began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see, C Am F G C ara Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Muddy McGee [Chorus] C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake [Verse] C Am F G Then the widow Maloney took up the job, alas says "Biddy, you're wrong, I'm sure" C Am F G C An' Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor C Am C Am Well the civil war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman an' man to man C Am F G C Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began [Chorus] C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake [Verse] C Am F G Then Tim Maloney ducked his head when a bottle of whiskey flew at him C Am F G C He ducked an' landed on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim C Am C Am An' Tim revives, an' see how he rises, Tim Finnegan rising from the bed C Am F G C Says "Whittle your whiskey 'round like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?" [Chorus] C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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