Finnegan's Wake piano leadsheet with chords

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street,

a gentle Irishman, mighty odd.

He had a a brogue der both he rich and sweet,

and to rise in the world co,

he carried a hod.

Now Tim had a sort 'o the tipplin' way,

with a love for the liquor poor Tim was born.

To help lon him on with his work each day,

he'd a "drop o' the craythur" ev dy 'ry morn.

Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner.

Whirl the floor, your trotters shake.

Wasn't it the truth I told you?

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.

One mornnein' Tim was rather full;

his head felt heavy, which made him shake.

He fell from a lad der and he broke his skull,

and they carried him home, co,

his corpse ried to wake.

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

a gal lon of whiskey why at his feet and a barrel of porter at dy his head.

Whack fol the darn O, dance to your partner.

Whirl the floor, your trotters shake.

Wasn't it the truth I told you?

Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.

His Finnegan's wake.