Finnegans Wake chords

[VERSE]
Tim [C]Finnegan lived in W[Am]alkin Street; a [F]gentleman - Irish, mighty [G]odd
He’d a [C]beautiful brogue so rich and [Am]sweet; and to [F]rise in the world he [G]carried a [C]hod
Now [C]Tim had a sort of a [Am]tipplin’ way; with the [C]love of the liqueur poor [Am]Tim was born
And to [C]help him on with his [Am]way each day he’d a [F]drop of the craythur [G]every [C]morn

[CHORUS]
[C]Wack fol the dol now [Am]dance to yer partner, [F]welt the floor, your [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn’t it the [Am]truth that I told ye: [F]lots o’ fun at [G]Finnegan’s [C]wake
One [C]mornin’ Tim was [Am]rather full. His[F] head felt heavy which [G]made him shake
He [C]fell off the ladder and [Am]broke his skull and they [F]carried him home his [G]corpse to [C]wake
They[C] rolled him up in a nice clean [Am]sheet and l[C]aid him out upon the [Am]bed
With a [C]bottle of whiskey [Am]at his feet and a g[F]allon of porter [G]at his [C]head

[CHORUS]
[C]Wack fol the dol now [Am]dance to yer partner, [F]welt the floor, your [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn’t it the [Am]truth that I told ye: [F]lots o’ fun at [G]Finnegan’s [C]wake
His [C]friends assembled at the [Am]wake, and the [F]widow Finnegan called for [G]lunch
[C]First she brought in [Am]tea and cakes, then pi[F]pes, tobacco and [G]whiskey [C]punch
[C]Biddy O’Brien began to [Am]cry: Such a [C]nice clean corpse did you ever [Am]see
[C]Tim, Mavourneen, [Am]why did ye die? [F]Shut yer gob said [G]Paddy [C]McGee

[CHORUS]
[C]Wack fol the dol now [Am]dance to yer partner, [F]welt the floor, your [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn’t it the [Am]truth that I told ye: [F]lots o’ fun at [G]Finnegan’s [C]wake
Then [C]Maggie O’Connor took up the [Am]job O [F]Biddy, says she, you’re wrong I’m [G]sure
Then [C]Biddy fetched her a [Am]belt in the gob and [F]left her sprawlin’ [G]on the [C]floor
[C]Civil war did then [Am]engage; ‘twas w[C]oman to woman and [Am]man to man
Shele[C]laigh law was [Am]all the rage and a [F]row and a ruction [G]soon [C]began

[CHORUS]
[C]Wack fol the dol now [Am]dance to yer partner, [F]welt the floor, your [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn’t it the [Am]truth that I told ye: [F]lots o’ fun at [G]Finnegan’s [C]wake
Then [C]Mickey Maloney ducked his [Am]head as a [F]bottle of whiskey flew at [G]him
It [C]missed, and landing [Am]on the bed, the [F]whiskey scattered [G]over [C]Tim
[C]Tim revived, be damned he [Am]rises; [C]Finnegan risin’ from the [Am]bed
Sayin’ [C]Whirl yer whiskey around like [Am]blazes; thunder and [F]Jesus, do ye [G]think I’m [C]dead

[CHORUS]
[C]Wack fol the dol now [Am]dance to yer partner, [F]welt the floor, your [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn’t it the [Am]truth that I told ye: [F]lots o’ fun at [G]Finnegan’s [C]wake

Repeat chorus several times, getting faster