Finnegan's Wake

Tim (Em)Finnegan (Bm)lived in (Em)Walkin' (D)Street,

a (Em)gentle (C)Irishman, (Em)mighty (D)odd.

He (Bm)had a a brogue der both he (Em)rich and (D)sweet,

and to (C)rise in the world co,

he carried (D7)a (G)hod.

Now Tim had a sort 'o the (D7)tipplin' way,

with a (G)love for the liquor poor (D7)Tim was born.

To (D)help lon him on with his (Em)work each (Bm)day,

he'd a (C)"drop o' the (G)craythur" ev dy 'ry morn.

(Em)Whack fol the (Bm)darn O, (Em)dance to your (D)partner.

(Em)Whirl the (C)floor, your (Em)trotters (D)shake.

(Em)Wasn't (Bm)it the (Em)truth I (D)told you?

(Em)Lots of (C)fun at (D7)Finnegan's (G)(C)wake.

(G)One (Em)mornnein' (Bm)Tim was (Em)rather (D)full;

his (Em)head felt (C)heavy, which (Em)made him (D)shake.

He (Bm)fell from a lad der and he (Em)broke his (D)skull,

and they (C)carried him home, co,

his corpse ried (D7)to (G)wake.

They rolled him O' up in a (D7)nice clean sheet and a (G)laid him the out did (D7)upon the bed;

a (D)gal lon of whiskey why (Em)at his (Bm)feet and a (C)barrel of (G)porter at dy his head.

(Em)Whack fol the (Bm)darn O, (Em)dance to your (D)partner.

(Em)Whirl the (C)floor, your (Em)trotters (D)shake.

(Em)Wasn't (Bm)it the (Em)truth I (D)told you?

(Em)Lots of (C)fun at (D7)Finnegan's (G)wake.

(G)His (D7)Finnegan's (G)wake.