Chords for Finnegans Wake - The Irish Rovers

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[C] _ Tim Finnegan lived [Am] in Walking Street, [F] a gentleman [G] Irishman mighty odd.
[C] He seen a brogue [Am] so soft and sweet, [F] and the rise in the word [G] he carried [C] the hud.
Tim had a [Am] sort of a turbulent way, [F] but the love of the liquor, [G] now he was [C] born.
Half a man with his work each [F] day, the drama [G] that creature [C] every morn.
Worked for the [Am] man, a vesting [F] partner, with the [G] ploy and trotter's [C] shake.
Wasn't [Am] it this route they [F] told you, lots of [G] fun that [C] Finnegan's way.
One morning Tim [Am] felt rather [F] full, his head felt [G] heavy which made him [C] shake.
Fell from a [Am] ladder and he burst his [F] skull, so they [C] carried him home and scotched the wake.
Rolled him [Am] up in a nice clean [F] sheet, laid him [G] out upon the [C] bed.
A gallon of [Am] whiskey at his [F] feet, the farrell of [G] porter [C] at his head.
Worked for the [Am] man, a vesting partner, [G] with the ploy and trotter's [C] shake.
Wasn't [Am] it this route they [F] told you, lots of [G] fun that Finnegan's [A] way.
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[A] _ _ [C] Strends [Em] assembled at the [F] wake, and Mrs.
[G] Finnegan called for [C] lunch.
First they [Em] brung in tea and [F] cake, then fixed her [G] back on [C] whiskey.
_ _ 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 as fine [C] as ghee.
[Em] Worked for the man, a vesting partner, [G] with the ploy and [C] trotter's shake.
Wasn't it [Am] this route they told you, [G] lots of fun that [Em] Finnegan's way. _
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[C] _ _ Peggy [Em] O'Connor took up the [F] job, a finnish [C] as she, a wrong insurer.
Biddy [Am] gave her a pelt [F] and the gunmen left [G] her sprawling on [C] the floor.
Then [Am] the war did soon [F] enrage, woman [G] to woman and man [C] to man.
So Lady Law [Am] was on the rage, and a row [G] and a rush in [C] Suleygan.
Drinking Maloney, Lord [F] as head, and a bottle [G] of whiskey flew [C] ahead.
Bits had fallen on [F] the bed, the liquor [G] scattered [C] over Tim.
_ _ Tim revised, [Am] see how he rises.
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Timothy rising [G] from the bed.
_ [Em] Send water and [C] your liquor around [F] like blazes, father and kids, [C] the other guns in.
[Am] Worked for the man, a vesting [F] partner, with the [G] ploy and [C] trotter's shake.
[Am] Wasn't it this route [F] they told you, lots of fun [C] that Finnegan's way. _
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