WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Dubliners - Finnegans Wake Chords | Ver. 1
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Ahh, Tim Finnegan lived in Watkins Street, A gentle Irish mighty odd
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He had a brouge both rich and sweet, An' to rise in the world, He carried a hod
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Aah, But Tim had a bit of a tipplers way, With a love o' the liquor he was born
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And to send the monies away each day, He'd a drop of the craythur every morn
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Whack fol tha dah, Will ya dance to yer partner
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Around the flure wit' yer trotters shake
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Isn't it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegans wake
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Now, One mornin' Tim was rather full, His head felt heavy which made him shake
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He fell off the ladder, And he broke his skull
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Then they carried him home, His corpse to wake
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Oh, They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet, They laid him out upon the bed
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A bottle of whiskey at his feet, And a barrel of porter at his head
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Whack fol tha dah, Will ya dance to yer partner
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Around the flure wit' yer trotters shake
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Isn't it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegans wake
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Well, His friends assembled at the wake, And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
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Well, First she brought them tay and cake, Then pipes, Tobacco and brandy punch
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Then the widdaw Malone began to cry, Aah, Such a lovely corpse did ya ever see
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Musha, Tim avoureen, Why did you die, Will ye hould yer gob says Molly McGee
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Whack fol tha dah, Will ya dance to yer partner
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Around the flure wit' yer trotters shake
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Isn't it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegans wake
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Oh well, Mary Murphy took up the job, Aah, Biddy says she, Yer wrong I'm sure
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Well, Biddy fetched 'er a belt in the gob, And left her sprawling on the floor
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Aah, Civil war did then 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 it soon began
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Whack fol tha dah, Will ya dance to yer partner
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Around the flure wit' yer trotters shake
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Isn't it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegans wake
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Aah, Tim Maloney ducked his head, When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
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He ducked, And landin' on the bed, The whiskey scatterers over Tim
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Aah, Bedad he revives, An' see how he rises, Tim Finnegan risin' in the bed
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Sayin', Twirlin' yer whiskey around like blazes
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Be th' thunderin' Jaysus, Do yez think I'm dead
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Whack fol tha dah, Will ya dance to yer partner
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Around the flure wit' yer trotters shake
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Isn't it the truth I told ya, Lots of fun at Finnegans wake
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How is yer auld wan, Game ball
