Finnegans Wake

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

[Intro Riff]
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 (the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)

[Verse 1] (ring out chords)
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One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy, which made him shake,
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Fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
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So they carried Him home, his corpse to wake
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Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed,
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A bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a gallon of Porter at his head

[Chorus]
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And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
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Welt the floor, your trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told
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Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

[Verse 2] (ring out)
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His friends assembled at his wake, and Missus Finnegan called for lunch
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First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
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Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a nice clean corpse that you ever did see
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Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah hold your gob see Patty Magee

[Chorus]
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And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
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Welt the floor, your trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told
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Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

[Break]
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 Whoah,oh,oooh x2

[Verse 3]
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Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job, Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure
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Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
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Then the war did soon engage, Woman to Woman and Man to Man
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Shillelah-law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began
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Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a bottle Of whiskey flew at him,
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It missed him falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim,
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Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
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Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"

[Chorus] x2
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And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,
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Welt the floor, your trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told
   E           B  F#
Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake