Verse 1: C Am F G Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd C Am F G C He had a brogue so rich and sweet, to rise in the world he carried a hod C Am C Am You see he'd a sort of a tippler's way, with the love for the liquor poor Tim was born C Am F G C To help him on with his work each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn Refrain: C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner, welt the floor yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Verse 2: (single strum) Am F G One mornin' Tim felt rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake C Am F G C He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake Am C Am They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and they laid him out upon the bed C Am F G C With a bucket of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head Refrain: C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner, welt the floor yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Verse 3: (single strum) C Am F G His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch C Am F G C First she served them tea and cakes, then pipe tobaccy and whiskey punch C Am C Am Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "What a nice clean corpse, did you ever see Am F G C Tim avourneen, why did you die ", "Ah, to hell with your gob!" said Biddy McGee Refrain: C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner, welt the floor yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Verse 4: (single strum) Am F G Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Oh Biddy" says she "you're wrong I'm sure" C Am F G C Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and she left her sprawlin' on the floor C C Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man C Am F G C Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began Refrain: C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner, welt the floor yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake Verse 5: (single strum) Am F G Then Mickey Maloney raised his head when the bucket of whiskey flew at him Am F G C It missed, and fallin' on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim C Am C Am B'God he revives, see how he rises Timothy risin' from the bed C Am F G C Sayin' "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes Thundering Jesus, do ye think I'm dead !" Refrain: C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner welt the floor yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake C Am F G Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner welt the floor yer trotters shake C Am F G C Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake