Tim Finnegans Wake
This is a song from the Irish drinking songs record performed by The Clancy brothers with Tommy Makem (according to Spotify). - Standard tuning - CAPO 2ND FRET!! - - Verse 1 - A F#m Tim Finnegan lived in watling street D E A gentle Irishman, mighty odd A F#m He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet D E To rise in the world, he carried a hod A F#m See, he'd sort of a tipplin' way A F#m With love for the liquor poor Tim was born A F#m To help him a man with his work each day D E He'd a drop of the craythin' every morn' - Chorus - A Whack fol, de, dah F#m Now, dance to your partner D E Welt the floor, your trotters shake A F#m Wasn't it the truth, they told D E ye lots of fun at Finnegan's wake One morning Tim got rather full His head felt heavy which made him shake Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull They carried him home, his corpse to wake Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet And laid him out upon the bed A gallon of whiskey at his feet And a bottle of porter at his head Whack fol, de, dah Now, dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth, they told ye lots of fun At Finnegan's wake His friends assembled at the wake And misses Finnegan called for lunch First she brought in tea and cake Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch Biddy O'Brien began to cry Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see? Tim me, boy, yadda, hoy, dida, ho, yada Arrah, hold your gob, said Patty Megee Whack fol, de, dah Now, dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth, they told ye lots of fun At Finnegan's wake Then O'Connor took up the job "Arrah", biddy says, she ye're wrong, I'm sure Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob And left her sprawling on the floor There the war did soon engage Woman to woman and man to man Shillelah law was all the rage An a row and a ruction soon began Whack fol, de, dah Now, dance to your partner Welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth, they told ye lots of fun At Finnegan's wake Then Mickey Maloney raised his head When a bottle of whiskey flew at him It missed him falling on the bed The liquor scattered over Tim Tim revives, see how he rises Timothy rising from the bed Then Whirl your whiskey around Like blazes Thanum o'n Dhoul Do ye think I'm dead?