Chords for Finnegan's Wake-Clancy Brothers & Robbie O'Connell

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While we're on the subject, the word whiskey was derived from the Gaelic iscabhá, which
means the water of life.
I just thought I'd pass that on to you.
There was a builder's labourer in Dublin at the turn of the century by the name of
Tim Finnegan who was very fond of this same water of life.
And one Monday morning, after a wonderful weekend, he felt awful.
I'm sure most of you know the feeling.
He had the mother and father of a hangover.
But being a builder's labourer, he still had to climb that ladder with a hod full of bricks.
So to give himself courage, the poor man, he took a drop of the hard stuff.
But when he got to the top of the ladder, he got a dizzy spell.
He fell, broke his skull, dead as a doornail.
They say it was the drop that killed him.
But they [E] took him home and they had a wake for him.
Now this was not any funeral parlour job.
This was a traditional Irish wake.
And let me tell you that that is a rare institution.
An Irish wake is the most peculiar thing in the whole world.
It starts off very respectfully, little old ladies talking very quietly.
Those little old ladies dressed in nice white crocheted blouses and things.
Talking about the corpse, how well he looks.
They never saw him looking better, which [Bb] was probably true.
They're drinking tea away and then the men come in later and the heavy stuff comes out.
Then things begin to degenerate.
And by nightfall, you have a fantastic hooligan.
Well, [G] there's a great ballad [Ab] about Tim Finnegan's wake.
And James Joyce, the Irish author, was familiar with this ballad.
He was fascinated with having the idea of having the water of life at a wake.
And also the incident in which during a row,
some of the same water of life [Bb] accidentally spilled on the corpse with hilarious results.
Now we're going to sing for you, James Joyce wrote a long, complicated book based on this ballad.
We're going to sing for you the ballad.
But first, by way of introduction, my brother Thomas will now recite for you
the entire novel by James Joyce, Finnegan's Wake.
River run past Eve and Adam from [N] swerve of shore to bend of bay
takes us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to Hoth castle and environs.
Now that's the first paragraph of the first chapter of James Joyce's book, Finnegan's Wake.
There are 687 more pages, so settle down.
Big Mr.
Finnegan of the stuttering hand, three man's mora lived in the broadest way imaginable
in his rush lit too far back for a mischievous before Joshua and judges had given us numbers
[Ab] or Helveticus had [Bb] committed deuteronomy.
Do you dig that much so far?
Well, during [N] mighty odd years, this man of hard cement and edifices in topers top
pile build on super build on the banks of the livers for the so and so's.
A wool worth of a skyscraper of most [Eb] eyeful height, entirely originating from next to nothing,
with a barn and bush above of its bottle top and with laden so tools of sticking up
and homicidal buckets cluttering down.
[N]
Now the first was he to bear arms and a name, Wassily Boosily of Rosengabom.
Oh, Mr.
Finn, you're going to be fined again.
Ha ha ha, Mr.
Fun, you're going to be Mr.
Finn again.
Dim, [E] he stuttered from the ladder.
[C] Damn, he was done.
Dim, he got a lift in Walkin' Street, a [Fm] gentle [G] Irishman mighty [C] odd.
He had a brogue so rich and [F] sweet, to the rise of [G] the world he'd married a [C] hard.
He'd seen [Am] a sod of a dripler's way with a love for the lake a poor Tim was bought.
To help the man with his work he stayed [F] in the lumber [G]-deck of a raider every [C] morn.
Whack [Em] the lad out and see a [F] potter run [G] the glory at [C] Potter's Day.
Wasn't it a truth [G] that told a lot so fun that [C] Finnigan's awake?
One morning Tim [A] felt rather full, [Fm] his head felt heavy [G] which made him shake.
[C] He fell from the ladder [A] and he broke his skull, [Gm] and they carried him [Cm] home as cots to wake.
They [G] rolled him up [A] in a nice clean [C] sheet and they laid him out upon [A] the bed
[C] with a bucket of whiskey [A] at his feet [F] and a bottle [G] of porter [C] at his head.
Whack the [Am] lad out and see a [F] potter [G] run the glory at Potter's Day.
[C] Wasn't it a truth that [F] told a [G] lot so fun that [C] Finnigan's awake?
His friends assembled [A] at the wake [C] and Mrs.
Finnigan [G] called for lunch.
[C] First she [G] served them tea [A] and cakes, [F] then pipes, tobacco and [G] whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien [A] began to cry, [C] what a nice thing [A] cots did you ever see.
[C] Tim of Ornano, [A] why did you [F] die?
And the hound of [G] gobs said, Biddy McGee.
Whack the [Am] lad out and see [F] a potter run the [G] glory at Potter's Day.
Wasn't it a truth that told a lot so fun that [C] Finnigan's awake?
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the [F] job, oh Biddy says she, [G] you're wrong I'm sure.
[Cm] Biddy gave [F] her a belt and a gob and she left her sprawling [C] on the floor.
Then the war did [Am] soon engage, [Gm] was woman to woman and [Am] man to [C] man.
She laid it out [Fm] as though the rage in her bow and her [G] auction soon [C] began.
Whack the [Am] lad out and see a [F] potter run the [G] glory at Potter's Day.
[C] Wasn't it a truth that [F] told a [G] lot so [C] fun that Finnigan's awake?
Then Mickey [A] Maloney raised his head when the bucket [G] of whiskey flew at him.
[E] It missed and [A] fallen on the bed, the [Fm] liquor scattered [Gm] over Tim.
The art he revived, see how he [A] rises, [C] Timothy rising from [A] the bed.
[Cm] Saying, whirl your whiskey around [A] like blazes,
[F] Bond and [G] Jaysus, do you think I'm [C] dead?
Whack the [Am] lad out and see [F] a potter run the [G] glory at Potter's Day.
Wasn't [Am] it a truth that [G] told a lot so [C] fun that Finnigan's awake?
Whack the lad out and see a potter [G] run the glory at Potter's Day.
Wasn't it [Am] a truth [G] that told a lot so [C] fun that Finnigan's awake?
How's your old one for Game of?
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ While we're on the subject, _ the word whiskey was derived from the Gaelic _ iscabhá, _ which
means the water of life.
_ _ _ I just thought I'd pass that on to you.
_ _ _ There was a builder's labourer in Dublin at the turn of the century by the name of
Tim Finnegan who was very fond of this same water of life.
_ And one Monday morning, after a wonderful weekend, he felt awful.
I'm sure most of you know the feeling.
He had the mother and father of a hangover.
_ _ _ But being a builder's labourer, he still had to climb that ladder with a hod full of bricks.
_ So to give himself courage, the poor man, he took a drop of the hard stuff.
_ But when he got to the top of the ladder, he got a dizzy spell.
He fell, broke his skull, dead as a doornail. _ _
They say it was the drop that killed him. _ _ _
_ _ But they [E] took him home and they had a wake for him.
Now this was not any funeral parlour job.
This was a traditional Irish wake.
And let me tell you that that is a rare institution.
An Irish wake is the most peculiar thing in the whole world.
It starts off very respectfully, little old ladies talking very quietly.
Those little old ladies dressed in nice white crocheted blouses and things.
Talking about the corpse, how well he looks.
_ _ _ They never saw him looking better, _ _ which [Bb] was probably true.
_ They're drinking tea away and then the men come in later and the heavy stuff comes out.
Then things begin to degenerate.
And by nightfall, you have a fantastic hooligan.
_ _ _ Well, [G] there's a great ballad [Ab] about Tim Finnegan's wake.
And James Joyce, the Irish author, was familiar with this ballad.
He was fascinated with having the idea of having the water of life at a wake.
_ And also the incident in which during a row,
some of the same water of life [Bb] accidentally spilled on the corpse with hilarious results. _
_ Now we're going to sing for you, James Joyce wrote a long, complicated book based on this ballad.
We're going to sing for you the ballad.
But first, by way of introduction, my brother Thomas will now recite for you
the entire novel by James Joyce, Finnegan's Wake. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ River run past Eve and Adam from _ [N] swerve of shore to bend of bay
takes us by a commodious vicus of recirculation _ back to Hoth castle and environs. _
_ Now that's the first paragraph of the first chapter of James Joyce's book, Finnegan's Wake.
There are _ 687 more pages, so settle down. _ _ _
_ _ Big Mr.
Finnegan of the stuttering hand, _ three man's mora lived in the broadest way imaginable
in his rush lit too far back for a mischievous before Joshua and judges had given us numbers
[Ab] or Helveticus had [Bb] committed deuteronomy. _
_ _ _ _ _ Do you dig that much so far?
_ Well, during [N] mighty odd years, this man of hard cement and edifices in topers top
pile build on super build on the banks of the livers for the so and so's.
A wool worth of a skyscraper of most [Eb] eyeful height, entirely originating from next to nothing,
with a barn and bush above of its bottle top and with laden so tools of sticking up
and homicidal buckets cluttering down.
_ [N] _
Now the first was he to bear arms and a name, _ Wassily Boosily of Rosengabom.
_ Oh, Mr.
Finn, you're going to be fined again.
Ha ha ha, Mr.
Fun, you're going to be Mr.
Finn again. _ _ _
Dim, _ [E] he stuttered from the ladder. _
[C] Damn, _ he was done.
_ _ _ Dim, he got a lift in Walkin' Street, a [Fm] gentle [G] Irishman mighty [C] odd.
He had a brogue so rich and [F] sweet, to the rise of [G] the world he'd married a [C] hard.
He'd seen [Am] a sod of a dripler's way with a love for the lake a poor Tim was bought.
To help the man with his work he stayed [F] in the lumber [G]-deck of a raider every [C] morn.
Whack [Em] the lad out and see a [F] potter run [G] the glory at [C] Potter's Day.
Wasn't it a truth [G] that told a lot so fun that [C] Finnigan's awake?
One morning Tim [A] felt rather full, [Fm] his head felt heavy [G] which made him shake.
[C] He fell from the ladder [A] and he broke his skull, [Gm] and they carried him [Cm] home as cots to wake. _
They [G] rolled him up [A] in a nice clean [C] sheet and they laid him out upon [A] the bed
[C] with a bucket of whiskey [A] at his feet [F] and a bottle [G] of porter [C] at his head.
Whack the [Am] lad out and see a [F] potter [G] run the glory at Potter's Day.
[C] Wasn't it a truth that [F] told a [G] lot so fun that [C] Finnigan's awake?
His friends assembled [A] at the wake [C] and Mrs.
Finnigan [G] called for lunch.
[C] First she [G] served them tea [A] and cakes, [F] then pipes, tobacco and [G] whiskey punch.
Biddy O'Brien [A] began to cry, [C] what a nice thing [A] cots did you ever see.
[C] Tim of Ornano, [A] why did you [F] die?
And the hound of [G] gobs said, Biddy McGee.
Whack the [Am] lad out and see [F] a potter run the [G] glory at Potter's Day.
Wasn't it a truth that told a lot so fun that [C] Finnigan's awake?
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the [F] job, oh Biddy says she, [G] you're wrong I'm sure.
[Cm] Biddy gave [F] her a belt and a gob and she left her sprawling [C] on the floor.
Then the war did [Am] soon engage, [Gm] was woman to woman and [Am] man to [C] man.
She laid it out [Fm] as though the rage in her bow and her [G] auction soon [C] began.
Whack the [Am] lad out and see a [F] potter run the [G] glory at Potter's Day.
[C] Wasn't it a truth that [F] told a [G] lot so [C] fun that Finnigan's awake?
Then Mickey [A] Maloney raised his head when the bucket [G] of whiskey flew at him. _
[E] It missed and [A] fallen on the bed, the [Fm] liquor scattered [Gm] over Tim.
_ The art he revived, see how he [A] rises, _ _ [C] Timothy rising from [A] the bed.
_ [Cm] Saying, whirl your whiskey around [A] like blazes,
[F] Bond and [G] Jaysus, do you think I'm [C] dead?
Whack the [Am] lad out and see [F] a potter run the [G] glory at Potter's Day.
Wasn't [Am] it a truth that [G] told a lot so [C] fun that Finnigan's awake?
Whack the lad out and see a potter [G] run the glory at Potter's Day.
Wasn't it [Am] a truth [G] that told a lot so [C] fun that Finnigan's awake?
How's your old one for Game of?
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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