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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
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He had a brogue so rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
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An' you see he'd a sort of a tippelen way with the love of the liquor Tim was born
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An' to help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn
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CAmFG
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
CAmFGC
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
CAmFG
One morning Tim felt rather full, his a-head felt heavy and it made him shake
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Well he fell from the ladder and he broke his skull, an' they carried him home his corpse to wake
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They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, they laid him out upon the bed
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With a bottle of porter at his feet and a bottle of whiskey at his head
[Chorus]
CAmFG
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
CAmFGC
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
CAmFG
His friends assembled at the wake, an' Mrs Finnegan called for lunch (c'mon Brady bring in the tay)
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Well first they brought in tea and cakes, then the pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
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Then the widow Maloney began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
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ara Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Muddy McGee
[Chorus]
CAmFG
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
CAmFGC
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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CAmFG
Then the widow Maloney took up the job, alas says "Biddy, you're wrong, I'm sure"
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An' Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
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Well the civil war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman an' man to man
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Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
[Chorus]
CAmFG
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
CAmFGC
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
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Then Tim Maloney ducked his head when a bottle of whiskey flew at him
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He ducked an' landed on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim
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An' Tim revives, an' see how he rises, Tim Finnegan rising from the bed
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Says "Whittle your whiskey 'round like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"
[Chorus]
CAmFG
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
CAmFGC
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
CAmFG
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
CAmFGC
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake