Chords for The Dubliners - Finnegan's Wake
Tempo:
150 bpm
Chords used:
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C
D
F
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N] My Lord Bishop, [G] Reverend Fathers, Reverend Mothers, [Bb] [G] Your Excellencies, My Lord Mayor,
[F] Ladies and Gentlemen, and [C] fellow [A] peasants.
[G]
Ah, Tim Finnegan lived in Warken Street, A [D] gentleman Irish, mighty odd.
Well, he [G] had a furrow, both rich and sweet, And for a [C] rise in the wooded he carried [G] a heart.
Ah, but Tim had a bit of a [C] tibble as a wife, For the love [G] of the liquor he [C] was born,
And to send the monies away each day, That was a great, a lovely [G] man.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his [D] brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell [C] you, Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
Ah, one morning Tim was [C] rather full, His head felt heavy, which [A] made him [D] shake.
[G] He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull, Then they carried him home, his corpse awake.
Well, they wrapped him up in a nice [C] clean sheet, And they laid him out upon the bench,
With a bottle of whiskey and his meat, And a bottle of porter and his [G] sheep.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his [D] brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell you, Lots of fun had Finnegan's awake.
Well, his friends assembled at the [C] wake, And Mrs.
[D] Finnegan called for lunch.
Well, [G] first she brought him tea and [C] cake, Then twice the becker and the [G] rondy punch,
Then the widow alone began [C] to cry, Such a lovely corpse did she never see.
Ah, but it was him a-mourning, why did he die?
Well, he howled, he grabbed his muddy [G] murphy.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor [D] with his brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell you, [C] Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
Well, Mary Murphy took [C] up the job, And Biddy C.C.R.R.I [D].M.E., she worked.
[G] Well, Biddy bit her a belt in [C] the gob, And left her sprawling [G] on the floor.
Well, civil war did then [C]
engage, Woman to woman, man to man,
Till they lay low, a soldier [Em] raging, Around when the russians soon [G] began.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with [D] his brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, [C] I tell you, Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
Oh, well, Tim Maloney took his [C] hand, When the bottle of whiskey flew at [D] him.
[G] He ducked and landed on [C] the bed, The whiskey scattered [G] over Tim.
I'll be daddy of the boys, and see how he rises,
Tim Finnegan rising in the [C] bat,
Saying, Twiddy, I whiskey alone like blazes.
Bit of fun at the journey, I think [G] I'm dead.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his brother's shake,
And in the rooms, [C] I tell you, Lots of fun [G] had Finnegan's awake.
[F] [C]
[B]
[F] Ladies and Gentlemen, and [C] fellow [A] peasants.
[G]
Ah, Tim Finnegan lived in Warken Street, A [D] gentleman Irish, mighty odd.
Well, he [G] had a furrow, both rich and sweet, And for a [C] rise in the wooded he carried [G] a heart.
Ah, but Tim had a bit of a [C] tibble as a wife, For the love [G] of the liquor he [C] was born,
And to send the monies away each day, That was a great, a lovely [G] man.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his [D] brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell [C] you, Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
Ah, one morning Tim was [C] rather full, His head felt heavy, which [A] made him [D] shake.
[G] He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull, Then they carried him home, his corpse awake.
Well, they wrapped him up in a nice [C] clean sheet, And they laid him out upon the bench,
With a bottle of whiskey and his meat, And a bottle of porter and his [G] sheep.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his [D] brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell you, Lots of fun had Finnegan's awake.
Well, his friends assembled at the [C] wake, And Mrs.
[D] Finnegan called for lunch.
Well, [G] first she brought him tea and [C] cake, Then twice the becker and the [G] rondy punch,
Then the widow alone began [C] to cry, Such a lovely corpse did she never see.
Ah, but it was him a-mourning, why did he die?
Well, he howled, he grabbed his muddy [G] murphy.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor [D] with his brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell you, [C] Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
Well, Mary Murphy took [C] up the job, And Biddy C.C.R.R.I [D].M.E., she worked.
[G] Well, Biddy bit her a belt in [C] the gob, And left her sprawling [G] on the floor.
Well, civil war did then [C]
engage, Woman to woman, man to man,
Till they lay low, a soldier [Em] raging, Around when the russians soon [G] began.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with [D] his brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, [C] I tell you, Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
Oh, well, Tim Maloney took his [C] hand, When the bottle of whiskey flew at [D] him.
[G] He ducked and landed on [C] the bed, The whiskey scattered [G] over Tim.
I'll be daddy of the boys, and see how he rises,
Tim Finnegan rising in the [C] bat,
Saying, Twiddy, I whiskey alone like blazes.
Bit of fun at the journey, I think [G] I'm dead.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his brother's shake,
And in the rooms, [C] I tell you, Lots of fun [G] had Finnegan's awake.
[F] [C]
[B]
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[N] _ _ _ My Lord Bishop, _ _ [G] Reverend Fathers, _ _ _ Reverend Mothers, _ [Bb] _ _ [G] Your _ _ Excellencies, _ My Lord Mayor,
[F] _ _ Ladies and Gentlemen, and [C] fellow [A] peasants.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ Ah, Tim Finnegan lived in Warken Street, A [D] gentleman Irish, mighty odd.
_ Well, he [G] had a furrow, both rich and sweet, And for a [C] rise in the wooded he carried [G] a heart.
_ Ah, but Tim had a bit of a [C] tibble as a wife, For the love [G] of the liquor he [C] was born, _
And to send the monies away each day, That was a great, a lovely [G] man.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his [D] brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell [C] you, Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
Ah, one morning Tim was [C] rather full, _ His head felt heavy, which [A] made him [D] shake.
_ [G] He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull, Then they carried him home, his corpse awake.
Well, they wrapped him up in a nice [C] clean sheet, And they laid him out upon the bench,
With a bottle of whiskey and his meat, And a bottle of porter and his [G] sheep.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his [D] brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell you, Lots of fun had Finnegan's awake. _
Well, his friends assembled at the [C] wake, _ And Mrs.
[D] Finnegan called for lunch.
Well, [G] first she brought him tea and [C] cake, Then twice the becker and the [G] rondy punch,
Then the widow alone began [C] to cry, _ Such a lovely corpse did she never see. _
Ah, but it was him a-mourning, why did he die?
Well, he howled, he grabbed his muddy [G] murphy.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor [D] with his brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell you, [C] Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
_ Well, Mary Murphy took [C] up the job, _ And Biddy C.C.R.R.I [D].M.E., she worked.
_ [G] Well, Biddy bit her a belt in [C] the gob, And left her sprawling [G] on the floor.
_ Well, civil war did then [C]
engage, Woman to woman, man to man,
Till they lay low, a soldier [Em] raging, Around when the russians soon [G] began.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with [D] his brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, [C] I tell you, Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
_ Oh, well, Tim Maloney took his [C] hand, When the bottle of whiskey flew at [D] him.
_ [G] He ducked and landed on [C] the bed, The whiskey scattered [G] over Tim. _
I'll be daddy of the boys, and see how he rises, _
Tim Finnegan rising in the [C] bat, _
Saying, Twiddy, I whiskey alone like blazes.
Bit of fun at the journey, I think [G] I'm dead.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his brother's shake,
And in the rooms, [C] I tell you, Lots of fun [G] had Finnegan's awake. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ Ladies and Gentlemen, and [C] fellow [A] peasants.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ Ah, Tim Finnegan lived in Warken Street, A [D] gentleman Irish, mighty odd.
_ Well, he [G] had a furrow, both rich and sweet, And for a [C] rise in the wooded he carried [G] a heart.
_ Ah, but Tim had a bit of a [C] tibble as a wife, For the love [G] of the liquor he [C] was born, _
And to send the monies away each day, That was a great, a lovely [G] man.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his [D] brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell [C] you, Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
Ah, one morning Tim was [C] rather full, _ His head felt heavy, which [A] made him [D] shake.
_ [G] He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull, Then they carried him home, his corpse awake.
Well, they wrapped him up in a nice [C] clean sheet, And they laid him out upon the bench,
With a bottle of whiskey and his meat, And a bottle of porter and his [G] sheep.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his [D] brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell you, Lots of fun had Finnegan's awake. _
Well, his friends assembled at the [C] wake, _ And Mrs.
[D] Finnegan called for lunch.
Well, [G] first she brought him tea and [C] cake, Then twice the becker and the [G] rondy punch,
Then the widow alone began [C] to cry, _ Such a lovely corpse did she never see. _
Ah, but it was him a-mourning, why did he die?
Well, he howled, he grabbed his muddy [G] murphy.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor [D] with his brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, I tell you, [C] Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
_ Well, Mary Murphy took [C] up the job, _ And Biddy C.C.R.R.I [D].M.E., she worked.
_ [G] Well, Biddy bit her a belt in [C] the gob, And left her sprawling [G] on the floor.
_ Well, civil war did then [C]
engage, Woman to woman, man to man,
Till they lay low, a soldier [Em] raging, Around when the russians soon [G] began.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with [D] his brother's shake,
[G] And in the rooms, [C] I tell you, Lots of fun had [G] Finnegan's awake.
_ Oh, well, Tim Maloney took his [C] hand, When the bottle of whiskey flew at [D] him.
_ [G] He ducked and landed on [C] the bed, The whiskey scattered [G] over Tim. _
I'll be daddy of the boys, and see how he rises, _
Tim Finnegan rising in the [C] bat, _
Saying, Twiddy, I whiskey alone like blazes.
Bit of fun at the journey, I think [G] I'm dead.
Quite full of dabble, he danced to his partners, Around the floor with his brother's shake,
And in the rooms, [C] I tell you, Lots of fun [G] had Finnegan's awake. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _