Chords for The Irish Rovers - Finnegans Wake

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Jim Finnegan [F] limping, walking, streeted, gentleman [G] Irishman, mighty odd.
He seemed a [Am] brogue so soft and [F] sweet, in the right and the [C] word he carried the pun.
Jim had a [Am] sort of a chippin' and [F] way, with the love of the [G] nigger now he was [C] born.
Half a [Am] man with his [G] work each [F] day, in the drama that [G] creature [C] every morn.
Work, but [Am] I don't fancy [F] a partner with the [G] ploy and trotters [C] shake.
One nip, it's a rip, I [F] told you, lots of [G] fun, and [C]
Finnegan's way.
One morning, [Am] Jim felt rather [F] full, his head felt [G] heavy, which made him [C] shake.
Fell from [Am] a ladder and he burst his [F] skull, so they carried him [G] home, his [C] corpse awake.
Rung him [Am] up in an ice cream [F] sheet, laid him [G] out upon the [C] bed.
And a [Am] whiskey at his [F] feet, the barrel of [G] water [C] at his head.
Work, but [Am] I don't fancy [F] a partner with the [G] ploy and trotters [C] shake.
One [Am] nip, it's a rip, I [F] told you, lots [G] of fun, [Am] and Finnegan's way.
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His friends assembled at the [F] wake, and Mrs.
[G] Finnegan called for [C] lunch.
Of course, they [Am] brung him tea and [F] cake, and iced a [G] blackened [C] whiskey punch.
_ Biddy O'Brien [Am] began to cry, _ [F] such a nice clean [G] corpse did you ever see.
[C] _ Jim of Orne and [Am] Woy did he die, [F] I shook your [G] gums as Buddy [C] McGee.
Work, but I [Am] don't fancy a [F] partner [G] with the ploy and trotters [C] shake.
One nip, [Am] it's a rip, I [F] told you, lots of [G] fun, and [C] Finnegan's way.
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Peggy O'Connor [Am] took up the job, [F] a biddy, [G] she, she, a wrong, and sure.
[C] Biddy gave her a pelt, and the [F] gutman left [G] her sprawling on [C] the floor.
Then the war did soon [F] enrage, woman [G] to woman and man [C] to man.
Shelly Lila [Am] was on the rage, [F] and a row [G] and a rushing soon [C] began.
Piggy [Am] Maloney lowered [F] his head, and a bottle [G] of whiskey flew ahead.
Mistlet [A] falling on the bed, [F] the liquor [G] scattered [C] over Tim.
_ _ Tim, [Am] revise, see how he rises.
_ _ [F] Timothy rising [G] from the bed.
_ _ [Em] Send water in [Am] your liquor, a rum [F] like blaze, a smoldering [G] Tuesday [C] in the wind.
Work, [Am] but I don't fancy [F] a partner with the [G] ploy and trotters [C] shake.
One [Am] nip, it's a rip, I [F] told you, lots [G] of fun, and [C] Finnegan's way. _ _ _
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