Standard (EADGBE)

Intro verse

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 Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a gentle Irishman - Mighty odd

 He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,

 To rise in the world, he carried a hod,

 You see he'd sort of a Trippling way:

 With love for a liquor poor Tim was born,

 To help him on with his work each day,

 He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'...

Intro riff

(the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)

Verse 1

(ring out chords)

 One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy, which made him shake,

Fell from the ladder and broke his skull,

 So 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 gallon of Porter at his head

Chorus

 And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your partner,

Welt the floor, your trotters shake

Wasn't it the truth I told

 Ye lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Verse 2

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 His friends assembled at his wake, and Missus Finnegan called for lunch

First they brought in tea and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch

Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a nice clean corpse that you ever did see

Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah hold your gob see Patty Magee

Chorus x1

Break

Whoah,oh,oooh x2

Verse 3

 Then Peggy O'Connor took up the job, Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure

Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and left her sprawling on the floor

Then the war did soon engage, Woman to Woman and Man to Man

 Shillelah-law was all the rage, an' a row and a ruction soon began

Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a bottle Of whiskey flew at him,

 It missed him falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim,

Tim revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed

Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"

Chorus x2