The Dubliners - Finnegans wake

Tim ^CFinnegan lived in^Am Walkin Street, a^F gentle Irishman^G mighty odd He^C had a brogue both^Am rich and sweet, an' to^F rise in the ^Gworld he carried ^Ca hod You see he'd a sort of^Am a tipplers way but the^C love for th^Ame liquor poor Tim was^C born To help him on his ^Amway each day, he'd a^F drop of the cr^Gaythur every m^Corn

^CWhack fol the dah n^Amow dance to yer partner a^Fround the flure yer t^Grotters shake ^CWasn't it th^Ame truth I told you?^F Lots of fun at ^GFinnegan's^C Wake

One ^Cmorning Tim got ^Amrather full, ^Fhis head felt heavy which^G made him shake Fell^C from a ladder and h^Ame broke his skull, and t^Fhey carried him ^Ghome his corpse ^Cto wake Rolled him up in a ^Amnice clean sheet, and ^Claid him out^Am upon the^C bed A bottle of whiskey a^Amt his feet and a ^Fbarrel of port^Ger at his hea^Cd

^CWhack fol the dah ^Amnow dance to yer partner a^Fround the flure yer ^Gtrotters shake ^CWasn't it the^Am truth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's Wa^Cke

His f^Criends assembled a^Amt the wake, ^Fand Mrs Finnegan c^Galled for lunch First^C she brought ^Amin tay and cake, ^Fthen pipes, to^Gbacco and whiskey^C punch Biddy O'Brien b^Amegan to cry, "Su^Cch a nice clean corpse,^Am did you ever se^Ce, Tim avourneen, ^Amwhy did you die?", "W^Fill ye hould your gob?" ^Gsaid Paddy McGe^Ce

^CWhack fol the dah ^Amnow dance to yer partner ^Faround the flure y^Ger trotters shake ^CWasn't it the^Am truth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's Wa^Cke

Then M^Caggie O'Connor ^Amtook up the job, "^FBiddy" says she "y^Gou're wrong, I'm sure" Bidd^Cy gave her a belt^Am in the gob and l^Feft her sprawling ^Gon the floo^Cr Then the war di^Amd soon engage, t'was^C woman to woman and ^Amman to man ^C Shillelagh law ^Amwas all the rage ^Fand a row and a ruc^Gtion soon beg^Can

^CWhack fol the dah ^Amnow dance to yer partner a^Fround the flure y^Ger trotters shake ^CWasn't it the^Am truth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's Wa^Cke

Mick^Cey Maloney du^Amcked his head when a ^Fbucket of whiskey ^Gflew at him It ^Cmissed, and falling^Am on the bed, the l^Fiquor scattered^G over Tim^C Bedad he revives, ^Amsee how he rises,^C Timothy rising from the bed^C Saying "Whittle your whiskey^Am around like blazes,^F t'underin' Jaysus,^G do ye think I'm dea^Cd?"

^CWhack fol the dah ^Amnow dance to yer partner ar^Found the flure yer tr^Gotters shake ^CWasn't it the^Am truth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's Wa^Cke

^CWhack fol the dah ^Amnow dance to yer partner a^Fround the flure y^Ger trotters shake ^CWasn't it the^Am truth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's Wa^Cke