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Version 1Artist: Dubliners Song: Finnegans Wake Tuning: Standard [Verse] 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 C Am C Am You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way with the love for the liquor poor Tim was born C Am F G C To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn [Chorus] C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 'round 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] 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 bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head [Chorus] C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 'round 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 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 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 [Chorus] C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 'round 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 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 [Chorus] C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 'round 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 Mickey Maloney ducked 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 Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed C Am F G C Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' blazes, do ye think I'm dead?" [Chorus] C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 'round 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 'round 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