Finnegans Wake chords

[VERSE]
Tim [C]Finnegan lived in [Am]Walkin Street, a [F]gentle Irishman [G]mighty odd
He [C]had a brogue so [Am]rich and sweet, an' to [F]rise in the world he [G]carried a [C]hod
An' you [C]see he'd a sort of a [Am]tippelen way with the [C]love of the liquor [Am]Tim was born
An' [C]to help him on his [Am]way each day, he'd a [F]drop of the craythur [G]every [C]morn

[CHORUS]
[C]Whack fol the dah now [Am]dance to yer partner [F]around the flure yer [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn't it the [Am]truth I told you? [F]Lots of fun at [G]Finnegan's [C]Wake

[VERSE]
One [C]morning Tim felt [Am]rather full, his a-[F]head felt heavy and it [G]made him shake
Well he [C]fell from the ladder and he [Am]broke his skull, an' they [F]carried him home his [G]corpse to [C]wake
They [C]rolled him up in a [Am]nice clean sheet, they [C]laid him out u[Am]pon the bed
With a [C]bottle of porter [Am]at his feet and a [F]bottle of whiskey [G]at his [C]head

[CHORUS]
[C]Whack fol the dah now [Am]dance to yer partner [F]around the flure yer [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn't it the [Am]truth I told you? [F]Lots of fun at [G]Finnegan's [C]Wake

[VERSE]
His [C]friends assembled [Am]at the wake, an' [F]Mrs Finnegan [G]called for lunch (c'mon Brady bring in the tay)
Well [C]first they brought in [Am]tea and cakes, then the [F]pipes, tobacco and [G]whiskey [C]punch
Then the [C]widow Maloney be[Am]gan to cry, "Such a [C]nice clean corpse, did you [Am]ever see,
ara [C]Tim avourneen, [Am]why did you die?", "Will ye [F]hould your gob?" said [G]Muddy [C]McGee

[CHORUS]
[C]Whack fol the dah now [Am]dance to yer partner [F]around the flure yer [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn't it the [Am]truth I told you? [F]Lots of fun at [G]Finnegan's [C]Wake

[VERSE]
Then the [C]widow Maloney took [Am]up the job, alas says "[F]Biddy, you're wrong, I'm [G]sure"
An' [C]Biddy gave her a [Am]belt in the gob and [F]left her sprawling [G]on the [C]floor
Well the [C]civil war did [Am]soon engage, t'was [C]woman to woman an' [Am]man to man
Shil[C]lelagh law was [Am]all the rage and a [F]row and a ruction [G]soon be[C]gan

[CHORUS]
[C]Whack fol the dah now [Am]dance to yer partner [F]around the flure yer [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn't it the [Am]truth I told you? [F]Lots of fun at [G]Finnegan's [C]Wake

[VERSE]
Then [C]Tim Maloney [Am]ducked his head when a [F]bottle of whiskey [G]flew at him
He [C]ducked an' landed [Am]on the bed, the [F]whiskey scattered [G]over [C]Tim
An' [C]Tim revives, an' [Am]see how he rises, Tim [C]Finnegan rising [Am]from the bed
Says "[C]Whittle your whiskey '[Am]round like blazes, [F]t'underin' Jaysus, do ye [G]think I'm [C]dead?"

[CHORUS]
[C]Whack fol the dah now [Am]dance to yer partner [F]around the flure yer [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn't it the [Am]truth I told you? [F]Lots of fun at [G]Finnegan's [C]Wake
[C]Whack fol the dah now [Am]dance to yer partner [F]around the flure yer [G]trotters shake
[C]Wasn't it the [Am]truth I told you? [F]Lots of fun at [G]Finnegan's [C]Wake