Finnegan's Wake

A great fun Irish ballad in the music hall tradition from the 1850s. Watling Street from the first line is still there, a long narrow road off the quays of the Liffey in a poorer part of Dublin, but right by the Guinness brewery. So a great place for a man with a love of liquor :-)
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Here's a good version by the Dubliners: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBbYXpUj1c0
There's a glossary of terms here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnegan's_Wake

Chords for each verse are as follows with the first 2 repeated for the refrain.

C Am F G7 C Am F G7 C        C Am C Am C      C Am F G7 C

Ah Tim Finnegan lived in Watlin' Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
Ah but Tim had a bit of a tipplers way, with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born
and to send him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah will dance to yer partner around the floor with yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I tell you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Now one morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Ah they wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah will dance to yer partner around the floor with yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I tell you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Well his friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
Well first she brought them tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch
Then the widow Malone began to cry, "Ah such a lovely corpse, did you ever see,
Ah sure, Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Molly McGee

Whack fol the dah will dance to yer partner around the floor with yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I tell you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Oh well Mary Murphy took up the job, "Ah Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Well Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Ah civil war did then engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah will dance to yer partner around the floor with yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I tell you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Ah Mick Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Tim Finnegan rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, be the t'underin' Jaysus, did ye think I was dead?"
Whack fol the dah will dance to yer partner around the floor with yer trotters shake
Isn't it the truth I tell you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

C      F       C            G7         C
How is your 'aul one? Game Ball!