Finnegans Wake

artist : dubliners song : finnegans wake tuning : standard tabbed by : keiren A . w . scott C Am F G tim finnegan lived in walkin street , a gentle irishman mighty odd C Am F G C he had a brogue both rich and sweet , an’ to rise in the world he carried a hod Am C Am you see he’d a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor tim C was born Am F G C to help him on his way each day , he’d a drop of the craythur every morn 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 one morning tim got rather full , his head felt heavy which made him shake fell from a laddEr and he broke his skull , and they carried him home his corpse to wake rolled him up in a nice clean sheet , and laid him out upon the bed a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake wasn’t it the truth i told you? lots of fun at finnegan’s wake his friends assembled at the wake , and mrs finnegan called for lunch first she brought in tay and cake , then pipes , tobacco and whiskey punch biddy o’brien began to cry , "such a nice clean corpse , did you ever see , tim avourneen , why did you die?" , "will ye hould your gob?" said paddy mcgee whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake wasn’t it the truth i told you? lots of fun at finnegan’s wake then maggie o’connor took up the job , "biddy" says she "you’re wrong , i’m sure" biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor then the war did soon engage , t’was woman to woman and man to man shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake wasn’t it the truth i told you? lots of fun at finnegan’s wake mickey maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him it missed , and falling on the bed , the liquor scattered over tim bedad he revives , see how he rises , timothy rising from the bed saying "whittle your whiskey around like blazes , t’underin’ jaysus , do ye think i’m dead?" whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake wasn’t it the truth i told you? lots of fun at finnegan’s wake whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake wasn’t it the truth i told you? lots of fun at finnegan’s wake