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

[Refrain]
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner, welt the floor yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

[Verse 2]
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One mornin' Tim felt rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
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He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
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They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and they laid him out upon the bed
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With a bucket 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, welt the floor 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]
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His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
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First she served them tea and cakes, then pipe tobaccy and whiskey punch
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Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "What a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
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Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Ah, to hell with your gob!" said Biddy McGee

[Refrain]
C                     Am                    F                  G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner, welt the floor 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]
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Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Oh Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
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Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and she left her sprawlin' on the floor
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Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
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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, welt the floor 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]
(single strum)
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Then Mickey Maloney raised his head when the bucket of whiskey flew at him
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It missed, and fallin' on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
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B'God he revives, see how he rises, Timothy risin' from the bed
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Sayin' "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes, Thundering Jesus, do ye think I'm dead?!"

[Refrain]
C                     Am                   F                  G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner welt the floor 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 welt the floor yer trotters shake
C             Am                F              G          C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake