Chords for Finnegan’s Wake

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Tim Finnegan lived [F] in Woffing Street, a gentleman [G] Irishman mighty odd.
[C] He seen a brogue [Am] so soft and [F] sweet, and the rise in the [G] world he carried [C] the hud.
Tim had a [Am] sort of a tibbling [F] way, with a love of the liquor [G] now he was [C] born.
Help him on [Am] with his [G] work each [F] day, the through [G] of the crater [C] every morn.
Whack a [Am] down a nasty [F] partner with a [G] blow your trotter's [C] cheek.
Wasn't it the truth, I [F] told you, lots of [G] fun and Finnegan's way.
[C] One morning [Am] Tim fell rather [F] cold, his head felt heavy [G] which made him [C] shake.
Fell from a [Am] ladder and he burst his [F] skull, so they carried him [G] home, his [C] heart's awake.
Rolled him [Am] up in a nice clean [F] sheet, laid him [G] out upon the [C] bed.
And got a little [Am] whiskey at his [F] feet, the barrel of [G] porter [C] at his head.
Whack a down [Am] a nasty [F] partner with a [G] blow your trotter's [C] cheek.
Wasn't [Am] it the truth, I [F] told you, lots of [G] fun and [Am] Finnegan's way.
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[C] His friends [Am] assembled at the [F] wake, and Mrs [G] Finnegan called for [C] lunch.
First they [Am] brung him tea and [F] cake, then ice tobacco [G] and [C] whiskey punch.
_ Biddy O'Brien [Am] began to cry, _ [F] such a nice clean [G] corpse did you ever see.
[C] Tim of [Am] Ormond, why did you die?
[F] I shot [G] your gums, said Paddy [C] McGee.
Whack a down [Am] a nasty [F] partner with [G] a blow your [C] trotter's cheek.
Wasn't it [Am] the truth, I told [F] you, lots [G] of fun [C] and [Em] Finnegan's way. _ _ _
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Paddy [Am] O'Connor took off to the [F] job, I biddy said, [G] she you're wrong.
[C] Biddy gave her [F] a pelt, and the gunmen left her [G] sprawling on the [C] floor.
Then the [Am] war did soon [F] enrage, woman [G] to woman and man [C] to man.
She laid [Am] it all, was on the rage, [F] and a row [G] and a rushing soon [C] began.
He came [Am] alone and lowered [F] his head, had a bottle [Em] of whiskey, blew a hit.
Missed him falling [Am] on the bed, [F] the liquor [G] scattered over [C] Tim.
_ _ Tim revived, [Am] see how he rises, _ _ [F] Timothy rising [G] from the bed.
_ [Em] Send water and [C] your liquor around like [F] blazes, taller [Em] and jizzier [C] than gun dead.
Whack a [Am] down a nasty [F] partner with a [G] blow your trotter's [C] cheek.
Wasn't [Am] it the truth, I [F] told you, lots of [G] fun and [C] Finnegan's way. _ _ _
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