Tim Finnegan's Wake
The Clancy BrothersVersion1
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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
See, he'd sort of a tipplin' way
With love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him a man with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythin' every morn'
Whack fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they told
ye lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
One morning Tim got rather full
His head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull
They carried him home, his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
A gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a bottle of porter at his head
Whack fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's wake
His friends assembled at the wake
And misses Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see?
Tim me, boy, yadda, hoy, dida, ho, yada
Arrah, hold your gob, said Patty Megee
Whack fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's wake
Then O'Connor took up the job
"Arrah", biddy says, she ye're wrong, I'm sure
Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
There 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
Whack fol, de, dah
Now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth, they told ye lots of fun
At Finnegan's wake
Then 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
Then Whirl your whiskey around
Like blazes Thanum o'n Dhoul
Do ye think I'm dead?
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Readable chord sheet for Tim Finnegan's Wake by The Clancy Brothers
[A]Tim Finnegan lived in wa[F#m]tling street A gen[D]tle Irishman, mig[E]hty odd [A]He'd a beautiful brogue so ri[F#m]ch and sweet To r[D]ise in the world, he car[E]ried a hod [A]See, he'd sort of a[F#m] tipplin' way With [A]love for the liquor poor[F#m] Tim was born T[A]o help him a man with h[F#m]is work each day He'd a[D] drop of the craythin' e[E]very morn' [A]Whack fol, de, dah [F#m]Now, dance to your partner [D]Welt the floor, your t[E]rotters shake [A]Wasn't it the tr[F#m]uth, they told ye[D] lots of fun at Finne[E]gan's wake One morning Tim got rather full His head felt heavy which made him shake Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull They carried him home, his corpse to wake Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet And laid him out upon the bed A gallon of whiskey at his feet And a bottle of porter at his head Whack fol, de, dah Now, dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth, they told ye lots of fun At Finnegan's wake His friends assembled at the wake And misses Finnegan called for lunch First she brought in tea and cake Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien began to cry Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? Tim me, boy, yadda, hoy, dida, ho, yada Arrah, hold your gob, said Patty Megee Whack fol, de, dah Now, dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth, they told ye lots of fun At Finnegan's wake Then O'Connor took up the job "Arrah", biddy says, she ye're wrong, I'm sure Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob And left her sprawling on the floor There 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 Whack fol, de, dah Now, dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth, they told ye lots of fun At Finnegan's wake Then 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 Then Whirl your whiskey around Like blazes Thanum o'n Dhoul Do ye think I'm dead?