Dubliners - Finnegans Wake

artist : dubliners
song : finnegans wake
tuning : standard
tabbed by : keiren A . w . scott

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tim finnegan lived in walkin street , a gentle irishman mighty odd
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he had a brogue both rich and sweet , an’ to rise in the world he carried a hod
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you see he’d a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor tim
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was born
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to help him on his way each day , he’d a drop of the craythur every morn
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whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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wasn’t it the truth i told you? 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 , and 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 barrel of porter at his head
whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
wasn’t it the truth i told you? lots of fun at finnegan’s wake

his friends assembled at the wake , and mrs finnegan called for lunch
first she brought in tay and cake , then pipes , tobacco and whiskey punch
biddy o’brien began to cry , “such a nice clean corpse , did you ever see ,
tim avourneen , why did you die?” , “will ye hould your gob?” said paddy mcgee
whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
wasn’t it the truth i told you? lots of fun at finnegan’s wake

then maggie o’connor took up the job , “biddy” says she “you’re wrong , i’m sure”
biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
then the war did soon engage , t’was woman to woman and man to man
shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
wasn’t it the truth i told you? lots of fun at finnegan’s wake

mickey maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
it missed , and falling on the bed , the liquor scattered over tim
bedad he revives , see how he rises , timothy rising from the bed
saying “whittle your whiskey around like blazes , t’underin’ jaysus , do ye think i’m dead?”
whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
wasn’t it the truth i told you? lots of fun at finnegan’s wake
whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
wasn’t it the truth i told you? lots of fun at finnegan’s wake