Chords for Celtic Connection - Tim Finnegans Wake
Tempo:
138.5 bpm
Chords used:
G
Bm
D
A
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Tim Finnegan lived [Bm] on Water Street, [G] a gentle Irish man but he was [A] mighty odd.
He'd [D] a beautiful baroque [Bm] boat, rich and sweet, the [G] rise of the world [A] he carried a [D] hub.
Now Tim was sort of [Bm] the Tiddler's waste, [D] with a love of liquor poor [Bm] Timothy was born.
And to help him on his way [G] each day to draw the [A] crater every [D] morn,
Whiteful [F#] of Donner, then [G] seer of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's make.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
One morning him one brother [G] pulled his head, felt a [F#m] boost, made him shake.
Pulled off the ladder and broke his skull, [D] they carried him [A] over corpse awake.
Wrapped him [Bm] up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out on the [D] bed.
With a gallon of [Bm] whiskey at his [G] feet, and a barrel of [A] porter at his head.
Whiteful [G] of Donner, then seer of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's make.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [B] I told you, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
His friends [Bm] assembled at the wake, [G] and Miss [A] Finnegan called for lunch.
First they laid [Bm] out tea and cakes, [G] then pipes of alcohol and [D] whiskey punched.
Video [Bm] variety gang [D] prized.
Lovely [Bm] barfs did you ever [D] see?
Ah Tim never [Bm] eat, why did you [D] die?
Now hold your glass, a friend in need.
Whiteful [F#] of Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, to glory his hunter's [B] shake.
Wasn't [Bm] it the truth I [G] told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[B] [A]
[F#] [G] [A] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[B] [A] [D]
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then [G] seer of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's shake.
Wasn't it [Bm] the truth I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[F#m] Peggy O'Connor took up the job, [G] obviously [A] she a runner for sure.
Penny gave [Bm] her a belt, from the [B] gob and left her [D] sprawling on the floor.
Titan Moore did soon engage, a woeful and mad man.
So Lady Love was all the [G] rage, and her own [A] eruption soon began.
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's shake.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Then Micheloni [G] raised his head, Miguel the [A] Whiskey flew at him.
It missed and [F#] landed on the bed, [G] the whiskey scattered [A]
over Tim.
Miguel the Whiskey.
The daddery vibes, see [Bm] how he rises.
Poor Timothy rising from the bed.
He said, why am I riding around like [G] Blaze the Spongy, bleaching [D] undead?
Whiteful of [Bm] Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's [D] shake.
Wasn't [Bm] it the truth I [G] told you, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then seer [D] of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's shake.
Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [E] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[G] Lots of fun at [D] Finnegan's wake.
He'd [D] a beautiful baroque [Bm] boat, rich and sweet, the [G] rise of the world [A] he carried a [D] hub.
Now Tim was sort of [Bm] the Tiddler's waste, [D] with a love of liquor poor [Bm] Timothy was born.
And to help him on his way [G] each day to draw the [A] crater every [D] morn,
Whiteful [F#] of Donner, then [G] seer of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's make.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
One morning him one brother [G] pulled his head, felt a [F#m] boost, made him shake.
Pulled off the ladder and broke his skull, [D] they carried him [A] over corpse awake.
Wrapped him [Bm] up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out on the [D] bed.
With a gallon of [Bm] whiskey at his [G] feet, and a barrel of [A] porter at his head.
Whiteful [G] of Donner, then seer of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's make.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [B] I told you, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
His friends [Bm] assembled at the wake, [G] and Miss [A] Finnegan called for lunch.
First they laid [Bm] out tea and cakes, [G] then pipes of alcohol and [D] whiskey punched.
Video [Bm] variety gang [D] prized.
Lovely [Bm] barfs did you ever [D] see?
Ah Tim never [Bm] eat, why did you [D] die?
Now hold your glass, a friend in need.
Whiteful [F#] of Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, to glory his hunter's [B] shake.
Wasn't [Bm] it the truth I [G] told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[B] [A]
[F#] [G] [A] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[B] [A] [D]
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then [G] seer of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's shake.
Wasn't it [Bm] the truth I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[F#m] Peggy O'Connor took up the job, [G] obviously [A] she a runner for sure.
Penny gave [Bm] her a belt, from the [B] gob and left her [D] sprawling on the floor.
Titan Moore did soon engage, a woeful and mad man.
So Lady Love was all the [G] rage, and her own [A] eruption soon began.
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's shake.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Then Micheloni [G] raised his head, Miguel the [A] Whiskey flew at him.
It missed and [F#] landed on the bed, [G] the whiskey scattered [A]
over Tim.
Miguel the Whiskey.
The daddery vibes, see [Bm] how he rises.
Poor Timothy rising from the bed.
He said, why am I riding around like [G] Blaze the Spongy, bleaching [D] undead?
Whiteful of [Bm] Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's [D] shake.
Wasn't [Bm] it the truth I [G] told you, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then seer [D] of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's shake.
Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [E] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[G] Lots of fun at [D] Finnegan's wake.
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_ _ _ _ _ Tim Finnegan lived [Bm] on Water Street, _ [G] a gentle Irish man but he was [A] mighty odd.
_ _ _ He'd [D] a beautiful baroque [Bm] boat, rich and sweet, the [G] rise of the world [A] he carried a [D] _ hub.
_ _ _ Now Tim was sort of [Bm] the Tiddler's waste, [D] with a love of liquor _ poor [Bm] Timothy was born.
_ And to help him on his way [G] each day to draw the [A] crater every [D] morn,
Whiteful [F#] of Donner, then [G] seer of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's make.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
_ _ One morning him one brother [G] pulled his head, felt a [F#m] boost, made him shake.
Pulled off the ladder and broke his skull, [D] they carried him [A] over corpse awake.
Wrapped him [Bm] up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out on the [D] bed.
With a gallon of [Bm] whiskey at his [G] feet, and a barrel of [A] porter at his head.
Whiteful [G] of Donner, then seer of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's make.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [B] I told you, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
_ _ His friends [Bm] assembled at the wake, [G] and Miss [A] Finnegan called for lunch.
First they laid [Bm] out tea and cakes, [G] then pipes of alcohol and [D] whiskey punched.
Video [Bm] variety gang [D] prized.
Lovely [Bm] barfs did you ever [D] see?
Ah Tim never [Bm] eat, why did you [D] die?
Now hold your glass, a friend in need.
Whiteful [F#] of Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, to glory his hunter's [B] shake.
Wasn't [Bm] it the truth I [G] told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake. _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D]
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then [G] seer of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's shake.
Wasn't it [Bm] the truth I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
_ [F#m] _ _ Peggy O'Connor took up the job, [G] obviously [A] she a runner for sure.
Penny gave [Bm] her a belt, from the [B] gob and left her [D] sprawling on the floor.
Titan Moore did soon engage, a woeful and mad man.
So Lady Love was all the [G] rage, and her own [A] eruption soon began.
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's shake.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
_ _ Then Micheloni [G] raised his head, Miguel the [A] Whiskey flew at him.
It missed and [F#] landed on the bed, [G] the whiskey scattered [A] _
over Tim.
_ _ Miguel the Whiskey.
_ _ _ _ The _ daddery vibes, see _ [Bm] how he rises.
_ _ Poor Timothy _ rising _ _ from the bed.
_ He said, why am I riding around like [G] Blaze the Spongy, bleaching [D] undead?
Whiteful of [Bm] Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's [D] shake.
Wasn't [Bm] it the truth I [G] told you, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then seer [D] of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's shake.
Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [E] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[G] Lots of fun at [D] Finnegan's wake. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ He'd [D] a beautiful baroque [Bm] boat, rich and sweet, the [G] rise of the world [A] he carried a [D] _ hub.
_ _ _ Now Tim was sort of [Bm] the Tiddler's waste, [D] with a love of liquor _ poor [Bm] Timothy was born.
_ And to help him on his way [G] each day to draw the [A] crater every [D] morn,
Whiteful [F#] of Donner, then [G] seer of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's make.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
_ _ One morning him one brother [G] pulled his head, felt a [F#m] boost, made him shake.
Pulled off the ladder and broke his skull, [D] they carried him [A] over corpse awake.
Wrapped him [Bm] up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out on the [D] bed.
With a gallon of [Bm] whiskey at his [G] feet, and a barrel of [A] porter at his head.
Whiteful [G] of Donner, then seer of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's make.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [B] I told you, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
_ _ His friends [Bm] assembled at the wake, [G] and Miss [A] Finnegan called for lunch.
First they laid [Bm] out tea and cakes, [G] then pipes of alcohol and [D] whiskey punched.
Video [Bm] variety gang [D] prized.
Lovely [Bm] barfs did you ever [D] see?
Ah Tim never [Bm] eat, why did you [D] die?
Now hold your glass, a friend in need.
Whiteful [F#] of Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, to glory his hunter's [B] shake.
Wasn't [Bm] it the truth I [G] told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake. _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D]
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then [G] seer of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's shake.
Wasn't it [Bm] the truth I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
_ [F#m] _ _ Peggy O'Connor took up the job, [G] obviously [A] she a runner for sure.
Penny gave [Bm] her a belt, from the [B] gob and left her [D] sprawling on the floor.
Titan Moore did soon engage, a woeful and mad man.
So Lady Love was all the [G] rage, and her own [A] eruption soon began.
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's shake.
[Bm] Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [D] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
_ _ Then Micheloni [G] raised his head, Miguel the [A] Whiskey flew at him.
It missed and [F#] landed on the bed, [G] the whiskey scattered [A] _
over Tim.
_ _ Miguel the Whiskey.
_ _ _ _ The _ daddery vibes, see _ [Bm] how he rises.
_ _ Poor Timothy _ rising _ _ from the bed.
_ He said, why am I riding around like [G] Blaze the Spongy, bleaching [D] undead?
Whiteful of [Bm] Donner, then seer [G] of Underwell, to [A] glory his hunter's [D] shake.
Wasn't [Bm] it the truth I [G] told you, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Whiteful [Bm] of Donner, then seer [D] of Underwell, [A] to glory his hunter's shake.
Wasn't it the truth [G] I told you, lots [E] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
[G] Lots of fun at [D] Finnegan's wake. _ _ _
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