Chords for The High Kings 'Finegan's Wake' (Bonus Track)

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[E] Tim Finnegan lived in a walking street, [A] A gentle [B] Irishman might be odd.
[E] He had a furrow, [A] both rich and sweet, And a way as in the world [E] he carried a hat.
He seeded a [A] sorghum to the tippler's way, [E] With the lord of the liquor [A]-poured tomb of [E] Bourne,
And to help him [A] on his way, He stayed a drop of the [E] liquor every morn.
What could a [A] downer, down, speak apart, To round the floor [B] your throats were [E] shake?
Isn't [A] it a truth?
I tell you, that's the [Bm] father of [E] Finnegan's wake.
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[E] One morning, Tim [A] fell rather full, His head felt heavy [B] with schmid and [E] shake,
He fell off his [A] ladder and he broke his skull, So they carried him home, [E] his corpse to wake.
They wrapped him up [A] in a nice clean [E] sheet, And they laid him out there upon the bed,
With a bottle of [A] whisky at his feet, And a barrel of [B] porter at [E] his head.
What could a [A] downer, down, speak apart, To round the floor [B] your throats were [E] shake?
Isn't [A] it a truth?
I tell you, that's the [E] father of Finnegan's wake.
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[E] His friends assembled at the wake, And Mrs.
Widdow [B] Finnegan called for lunch.
For she [A] served them ten cake, And pipes of bacto and [E] whisky punch.
Vivian [A] Bryan began to [E] cry, Such a nice-skinned [A] corpse did you ever [E] see?
Tim, the [A] morny, why did you die?
How's your [E] gob, said Biddy McGee?
What could a [A] downer, down, speak apart, To round the [B] floor your throats were [E] shake?
Isn't [A] it a truth?
I tell you, [E] that's the father of Finnegan's wake.
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_ [E] Virginia O'Hara took [A] up the job, And Biddy says, [B] she, you're wrong, I'm [E] sure,
Biddy gave her a [A] clap, or a pun, The gob and sank her [E] sprawling on the floor.
_ _ T'was then the war [A] did soon engage, [E] It was woman to woman [A] and man to man,
[E] She laid it all [A]
in cage, And a row and [E] a-rushin' soon began.
What's the downer, [A] down, speak apart, To round the floor [B] your throats were shake?
[E] Isn't it a [A] truth?
I tell you, that's the father [E] of Finnegan's wake.
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[B] _ _ [A] _ [B] Then [E] Mickey Maloney [A] raised up his head, When a naggin' of whisky [B] flew at him.
[E] It missed and landed [A] on the bed, And the whisky splattered [E] over poor old Tim.
He got urivized, now see him rise When Finnegan rise [A] and up on [E] the bed.
Throw him a whisky [A] around that place, Thundering [E] ja llevar.
What do you think I did?
What's the [A] downer, down, speak apart, To round the floor [B] your throats were shake?
[E] Isn't it [A] a truth?
I tell you, that's the father [E] of Finnegan's wake.
What's the [A] downer, down, speak apart, To round the floor [B] your throats were shake?
Isn't it [A] a truth?
I tell you, that's the father [E] of Finnegan's wake.
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_ [B] _ [A] _ [B] _ [E] What's the downer, [A] down, speak apart, To round the floor [B] your throats were shake?
[E] Isn't it?
[A] Truth may tell you lots of fun [E] at Finnegan's Wake.
Whack for the [A] diner, dance with your partner round the door, [B] you're a proper shake.
[E] Isn't it?
[A] Truth may tell you lots of fun [E] at Finnegan's Wake. _ _ _
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