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Tim Finnegans Wake chords

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[Verse 1]
    C                 Am               F               G
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
       C                   Am                 F                    G         C
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod
    C                    Am                    C                        Am
You see he'd a sort of a tippler's way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
   C               Am                    F                    G     C
To help him on his work each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

[Refrain]
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 2]
    C                Am              F                     G
One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
C                         Am                        F                    G         C
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

[Refrain]
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 3]
    C                 Am               F             G
His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
C                    Am                 F                  G       C
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                      F                     G     C
Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

[Refrain]
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 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      C
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
C                Am                 C                  Am
Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
C                  Am                 F                 G      C
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

[Refrain]
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 5]
     C              Am                     F                 G
Then Mickey Maloney raised his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
   C                   Am              F                G    C
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                  F                     G         C
Said "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thanum an Dhul, do ye think I'm dead?"

[Refrain]
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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