The Wolfe Tones - Finnegans wake

Tim ^CFinnegan lived in ^AmWalkin Street, a ^Fgentle Irishman ^Gmighty odd He ^Chad a brogue so ^Amrich and sweet, an' to ^Frise in the world he ^Gcarried a ^Chod An' you ^Csee he'd a sort of a ^Amtippelen way with the ^Clove of the liquor ^AmTim was born An' ^Cto help him on his ^Amway each day, he'd a ^Fdrop of the craythur ^Gevery ^Cmorn

^CWhack fol the dah now ^Amdance to yer partner ^Faround the flure yer ^Gtrotters shake ^CWasn't it the ^Amtruth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's ^CWake

One ^Cmorning Tim felt ^Amrather full, his a-^Fhead felt heavy and it ^Gmade him shake Well he ^Cfell from the ladder and he ^Ambroke his skull, an' they ^Fcarried him home his ^Gcorpse to ^Cwake They ^Crolled him up in a ^Amnice clean sheet, they ^Claid him out u^Ampon the bed With a ^Cbottle of porter ^Amat his feet and a ^Fbottle of whiskey ^Gat his ^Chead

^CWhack fol the dah now ^Amdance to yer partner ^Faround the flure yer ^Gtrotters shake ^CWasn't it the ^Amtruth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's ^CWake

His ^Cfriends assembled ^Amat the wake, an' ^FMrs Finnegan ^Gcalled for lunch (c'mon Brady bring in the tay) Well ^Cfirst they brought in ^Amtea and cakes, then the ^Fpipes, tobacco and ^Gwhiskey ^Cpunch Then the ^Cwidow Maloney be^Amgan to cry, "Such a ^Cnice clean corpse, did you ^Amever see, ara ^CTim avourneen, ^Amwhy did you die?", "Will ye ^Fhould your gob?" said ^GMuddy ^CMcGee

^CWhack fol the dah now ^Amdance to yer partner ^Faround the flure yer ^Gtrotters shake ^CWasn't it the ^Amtruth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's ^CWake

Then the ^Cwidow Maloney took ^Amup the job, alas says "^FBiddy, you're wrong, I'm ^Gsure" An' ^CBiddy gave her a ^Ambelt in the gob and ^Fleft her sprawling ^Gon the ^Cfloor Well the ^Ccivil war did ^Amsoon engage, t'was ^Cwoman to woman an' ^Amman to man Shil^Clelagh law was ^Amall the rage and a ^Frow and a ruction ^Gsoon be^Cgan

^CWhack fol the dah now ^Amdance to yer partner ^Faround the flure yer ^Gtrotters shake ^CWasn't it the ^Amtruth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's ^CWake

Then ^CTim Maloney ^Amducked his head when a ^Fbottle of whiskey ^Gflew at him He ^Cducked an' landed ^Amon the bed, the ^Fwhiskey scattered ^Gover ^CTim An' ^CTim revives, an' ^Amsee how he rises, Tim ^CFinnegan rising ^Amfrom the bed Says "^CWhittle your whiskey '^Amround like blazes, ^Ft'underin' Jaysus, do ye ^Gthink I'm ^Cdead?"

^CWhack fol the dah now ^Amdance to yer partner ^Faround the flure yer ^Gtrotters shake ^CWasn't it the ^Amtruth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's ^CWake ^CWhack fol the dah now ^Amdance to yer partner ^Faround the flure yer ^Gtrotters shake ^CWasn't it the ^Amtruth I told you? ^FLots of fun at ^GFinnegan's ^CWake