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Finnigan's Wake

         Am7                                                                          G7
  Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman, mighty odd;
 He had a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet,
                                             F        G7  C
 and to rise in the world he carried a    hod.
         C                                Am                         C                                  Am
 Now Tim had a sort of the tipplin' way, with a love of the liquor poor Tim was born,
             C                             Am                                 F                                        G7 C
 And to help him on with his work each day, he'd a "drop of the cray-thur" every  morn

 Am                                              Em                Am                           G7           
 Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner  welt the floor, your trotters shake
 Am                           Em           Am                F      G7      C
 Wasn't it the truth I told you, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake!

 One morning Tim was rather full,
 His head was heavy which made him shake;
 He fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
                                            F        G7 C
 They carried him home his corpse to  wake.
       C                            Am
 They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet,
        C                  Am                     C                          Am
 And laid him out upon the bed, a gallon of whiskey at his feet,
           F                            G7 C 
 And a barrel of porter at his head.   (sing the CHORUS)

       Am                                                                            G7
 His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch,
 Am                                                                                           F     G7  C
 First they brought in tea 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                                                G7 C
 "O Tim Mavourneen, why did you die?" Arragh, hold your gob said Paddy McGhee!

(Sing the CHORUS) SOLO on Verse (Sing CHORUS)


          Am                                                                                               G7
 Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "O Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, I'm sure",
         Am                                                                                           F    G7 C 
 Then Biddy she gave her a belt in the gob, and left her sprawling on the floor.
       C                           Am                            C                                  Am
 And then the war did soon engage, 'Twas woman to woman and man to man,
      C                       Am                         F                                    G7   C
 Shillelagh law was all the rage, and a row and a ruction soon be - gan.
                                                                                            (Sing The CHORUS)
         Am                                                                              G7
 Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head, when a noggin of whiskey flew at him,
    Am                                                                              F G7  C
 It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim!
 C                         Am                    C                    Am
 Tim revives! See how he raises! Timothy rising from the bed,
           C                              Am
 Says,"Whirl your whiskey 'round like blazes,
 F                                                  G7   C
 Thanum an Dhul! Did you think I was dead?" (Sing the CHORUS 2 X)


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