Chords for The Dubliners- Finnegan's Wake
Tempo:
125.95 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
E
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] [G] Ah, Tim Finnegan lived in Walkham Street, [D] a gentleman Irish mighty odd.
[G] He had a brow both rich and sweet, [C] and to rise in [G] the wooded he carried a hod.
Ah, but Tim in a bit of [C] a timorous way, would have loved a liquor he was born.
And to send the money's away each day, he'd have loved with a great [G] delivery morn.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your trotters [G] shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you, lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
Now one morning Tim was [C] rather full, his head felt [D] heavy which made him shake.
[G] He fell off the ladder and he [C] broke his skull.
Then they carried him home, [G] his corpse to wake.
Oh, they wrapped him up in a [C] nice clean sheet.
They laid him out upon the bed, with a bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a bottle of porter [G] at his head.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your [G] trotters shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you, [G] lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Well, his friends assembled [C] at the wake, and Mrs.
Finnegan [D] called for lunch.
[G] Well, first she brought them [C] tea and cake, then pipe, [G] tobacco, and brandy punch.
Then the wind of Malone began [C] to cry.
Asked what you lovely corpse did you never see?
Was it Tim of Ord and why did you die?
Well, you howled your gobs as [G] Molly McGee.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up blowed your trotters shake.
Isn't it [C] the truth?
I tell you, lots [G] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Oh, well, Mary Murphy [C] took up the job.
A pity she [Bm] see you wrong, [D] I'm sure.
[G] Well, pity fetched her a [C] belt and a gob, and left her [G] sprawling on the floor.
A civil [C] war did then engage.
Was woman to woman and man to man,
till daily law was all the raging around when the ruckus [G] soon began.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your trotters [G] shake.
Isn't it [C] the truth?
I tell you,
lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
Oh, Tim Maloney [C] ducked his head
when a bottle [D] of whiskey flew at him.
[G] He ducked and [C] landing on the bed,
the whiskey [G] scatters over Tim.
Oh, me daddy revives and see how he rises,
Tim Finnegan [C] rising in the bed,
saying, Twiddly-o-wiskey, your old life blazes.
Been a ton of them days and do you [G] think I'm dead?
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up blowed your trotters shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you,
lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
How will you know?
Game on!
[N]
[G] He had a brow both rich and sweet, [C] and to rise in [G] the wooded he carried a hod.
Ah, but Tim in a bit of [C] a timorous way, would have loved a liquor he was born.
And to send the money's away each day, he'd have loved with a great [G] delivery morn.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your trotters [G] shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you, lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
Now one morning Tim was [C] rather full, his head felt [D] heavy which made him shake.
[G] He fell off the ladder and he [C] broke his skull.
Then they carried him home, [G] his corpse to wake.
Oh, they wrapped him up in a [C] nice clean sheet.
They laid him out upon the bed, with a bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a bottle of porter [G] at his head.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your [G] trotters shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you, [G] lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Well, his friends assembled [C] at the wake, and Mrs.
Finnegan [D] called for lunch.
[G] Well, first she brought them [C] tea and cake, then pipe, [G] tobacco, and brandy punch.
Then the wind of Malone began [C] to cry.
Asked what you lovely corpse did you never see?
Was it Tim of Ord and why did you die?
Well, you howled your gobs as [G] Molly McGee.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up blowed your trotters shake.
Isn't it [C] the truth?
I tell you, lots [G] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Oh, well, Mary Murphy [C] took up the job.
A pity she [Bm] see you wrong, [D] I'm sure.
[G] Well, pity fetched her a [C] belt and a gob, and left her [G] sprawling on the floor.
A civil [C] war did then engage.
Was woman to woman and man to man,
till daily law was all the raging around when the ruckus [G] soon began.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your trotters [G] shake.
Isn't it [C] the truth?
I tell you,
lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
Oh, Tim Maloney [C] ducked his head
when a bottle [D] of whiskey flew at him.
[G] He ducked and [C] landing on the bed,
the whiskey [G] scatters over Tim.
Oh, me daddy revives and see how he rises,
Tim Finnegan [C] rising in the bed,
saying, Twiddly-o-wiskey, your old life blazes.
Been a ton of them days and do you [G] think I'm dead?
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up blowed your trotters shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you,
lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
How will you know?
Game on!
[N]
Key:
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C
D
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Bm
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C
D
_ [E] _ _ _ [G] Ah, Tim Finnegan lived in Walkham Street, [D] a gentleman Irish mighty odd.
[G] He had a brow both rich and sweet, [C] and to rise in [G] the wooded he carried a hod.
Ah, but Tim in a bit of [C] a timorous way, would have loved a liquor he was born.
And to send the money's away each day, he'd have loved with a great [G] delivery morn.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your trotters [G] shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you, lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
Now one morning Tim was [C] rather full, his head felt [D] heavy which made him shake.
[G] He fell off the ladder and he [C] broke his skull.
Then they carried him home, [G] his corpse to wake.
Oh, they wrapped him up in a [C] nice clean sheet.
They laid him out upon the bed, with a bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a bottle of porter [G] at his head.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your [G] trotters shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you, [G] lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Well, his friends assembled [C] at the wake, and Mrs.
Finnegan [D] called for lunch.
[G] Well, first she brought them [C] tea and cake, then pipe, [G] tobacco, and brandy punch.
Then the wind of Malone began [C] to cry.
Asked what you lovely corpse did you never see?
Was it Tim of Ord and why did you die?
Well, you howled your gobs as [G] Molly McGee.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up blowed your trotters shake.
Isn't it [C] the truth?
I tell you, lots [G] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Oh, well, Mary Murphy [C] took up the job.
A pity she [Bm] see you wrong, [D] I'm sure.
[G] Well, pity fetched her a [C] belt and a gob, and left her [G] sprawling on the floor.
A civil [C] war did then engage.
Was woman to woman and man to man,
till daily law was all the raging around when the ruckus [G] soon began.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your trotters [G] shake.
Isn't it [C] the truth?
I tell you,
lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
Oh, Tim Maloney [C] ducked his head
when a bottle [D] of whiskey flew at him.
[G] He ducked and [C] landing on the bed,
the whiskey [G] scatters over Tim.
Oh, me daddy revives and see how he rises,
Tim Finnegan [C] rising in the bed,
saying, Twiddly-o-wiskey, your old life blazes.
Been a ton of them days and do you [G] think I'm dead?
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up blowed your trotters shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you,
lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
How will you know?
Game on!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[G] He had a brow both rich and sweet, [C] and to rise in [G] the wooded he carried a hod.
Ah, but Tim in a bit of [C] a timorous way, would have loved a liquor he was born.
And to send the money's away each day, he'd have loved with a great [G] delivery morn.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your trotters [G] shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you, lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
Now one morning Tim was [C] rather full, his head felt [D] heavy which made him shake.
[G] He fell off the ladder and he [C] broke his skull.
Then they carried him home, [G] his corpse to wake.
Oh, they wrapped him up in a [C] nice clean sheet.
They laid him out upon the bed, with a bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a bottle of porter [G] at his head.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your [G] trotters shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you, [G] lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Well, his friends assembled [C] at the wake, and Mrs.
Finnegan [D] called for lunch.
[G] Well, first she brought them [C] tea and cake, then pipe, [G] tobacco, and brandy punch.
Then the wind of Malone began [C] to cry.
Asked what you lovely corpse did you never see?
Was it Tim of Ord and why did you die?
Well, you howled your gobs as [G] Molly McGee.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up blowed your trotters shake.
Isn't it [C] the truth?
I tell you, lots [G] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Oh, well, Mary Murphy [C] took up the job.
A pity she [Bm] see you wrong, [D] I'm sure.
[G] Well, pity fetched her a [C] belt and a gob, and left her [G] sprawling on the floor.
A civil [C] war did then engage.
Was woman to woman and man to man,
till daily law was all the raging around when the ruckus [G] soon began.
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up [D] blowed your trotters [G] shake.
Isn't it [C] the truth?
I tell you,
lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
Oh, Tim Maloney [C] ducked his head
when a bottle [D] of whiskey flew at him.
[G] He ducked and [C] landing on the bed,
the whiskey [G] scatters over Tim.
Oh, me daddy revives and see how he rises,
Tim Finnegan [C] rising in the bed,
saying, Twiddly-o-wiskey, your old life blazes.
Been a ton of them days and do you [G] think I'm dead?
Quack!
Oh, la-la, will you not?
Steel-barned as a round-up blowed your trotters shake.
Isn't it the [C] truth?
I tell you,
lots of [G] fun at Finnegan's wake.
How will you know?
Game on!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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