Chords for The Dubliners - Finnegan's Wake (Harstad Norway_1980)
Tempo:
97.05 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] Ah, Tim Finnegan lived in Walking Street, [D] A gentleman [A] Irish, might he odd.
[G] He had a brogue, both rich and sweet, [C]
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
But Tim had a bit of [C] a tibbler's way, With a lovely liquor he was born,
And to send the money's way, Each day he'd a number of great [G] delivery born.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor he shakes,
Hence, [C]
they found him in a stiff [G] manner.
One morning Tim was [C] rather full, His head felt [E] heavy with trade and shake,
[G] He fell off the ladder and [C] he broke his skull, And they carried him [G] home his corpse to wake.
Oh, they wrapped him up in [C] a nice clean sheet, And they laid him all upon the bed,
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet, And a bottle of porter [G] at his head.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor he shakes,
Hence, they [C] found him [G] in a stiff manner.
Well, his friends [C] assembled at the wake, And Mrs.
[E] Finnegan called for lunch.
[G] Well, first she [C] brought them tea and cake, Then [G] punched her back a brandy punch,
Then the widow alone [C] began to cry, As for the lovely corpse that she'd ever seen,
And when she came aboard and waited to die, Well, you howled your [G] gobs as Molly McGee.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor she shakes,
Hence, they found [C] him in a [G] stiff manner.
Well, Mary [C] Murphy took off to job, And Billy [D] should see her wrong, I'm sure.
[G] Well, Billy fetched a little [C] belt and a gob, And left her [G] sprawling on the floor.
Oh, civil war [C] did then engage, One woman to woman and man to man,
She'll lay there always all the rage, And now when her [G] luck in the two began,
Quack full a dower, she didn't hear a fart, And around [D] the floor she'd a-tottle [G] shake,
Isn't it [C] the truth, I tell you, [G] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Well, Tim alone he [C] ducked his head, When a [E] bottle of whiskey flew at him.
He [G] ducked and [C] landing on the bed, The whiskey [G] scattered over Tim.
Oh, he turned to the wives and see how he rises,
Tim Finnegan [C] riding in the bed,
Saying, Twiddly-o, whiskey around like blazes,
Be the toddlers and [G] jaysers, Did you think I was dead?
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor she'd a-tottle shake,
Isn't it [C] the truth, I tell you, Lots [G] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
How much did I owe him?
Way more!
[A]
[G] He had a brogue, both rich and sweet, [C]
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
But Tim had a bit of [C] a tibbler's way, With a lovely liquor he was born,
And to send the money's way, Each day he'd a number of great [G] delivery born.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor he shakes,
Hence, [C]
they found him in a stiff [G] manner.
One morning Tim was [C] rather full, His head felt [E] heavy with trade and shake,
[G] He fell off the ladder and [C] he broke his skull, And they carried him [G] home his corpse to wake.
Oh, they wrapped him up in [C] a nice clean sheet, And they laid him all upon the bed,
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet, And a bottle of porter [G] at his head.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor he shakes,
Hence, they [C] found him [G] in a stiff manner.
Well, his friends [C] assembled at the wake, And Mrs.
[E] Finnegan called for lunch.
[G] Well, first she [C] brought them tea and cake, Then [G] punched her back a brandy punch,
Then the widow alone [C] began to cry, As for the lovely corpse that she'd ever seen,
And when she came aboard and waited to die, Well, you howled your [G] gobs as Molly McGee.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor she shakes,
Hence, they found [C] him in a [G] stiff manner.
Well, Mary [C] Murphy took off to job, And Billy [D] should see her wrong, I'm sure.
[G] Well, Billy fetched a little [C] belt and a gob, And left her [G] sprawling on the floor.
Oh, civil war [C] did then engage, One woman to woman and man to man,
She'll lay there always all the rage, And now when her [G] luck in the two began,
Quack full a dower, she didn't hear a fart, And around [D] the floor she'd a-tottle [G] shake,
Isn't it [C] the truth, I tell you, [G] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Well, Tim alone he [C] ducked his head, When a [E] bottle of whiskey flew at him.
He [G] ducked and [C] landing on the bed, The whiskey [G] scattered over Tim.
Oh, he turned to the wives and see how he rises,
Tim Finnegan [C] riding in the bed,
Saying, Twiddly-o, whiskey around like blazes,
Be the toddlers and [G] jaysers, Did you think I was dead?
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor she'd a-tottle shake,
Isn't it [C] the truth, I tell you, Lots [G] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
How much did I owe him?
Way more!
[A]
Key:
G
C
D
E
A
G
C
D
_ _ [G] Ah, Tim Finnegan lived in Walking Street, [D] A gentleman [A] Irish, might he odd.
[G] He had a brogue, both rich and sweet, [C]
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
But Tim had a bit of [C] a tibbler's way, With a lovely liquor he was born,
And to send the money's way, Each day he'd a number of great [G] delivery born.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor he shakes,
Hence, [C]
they found him in a stiff [G] manner.
_ One morning Tim was [C] rather full, His head felt [E] heavy with trade and shake,
[G] He fell off the ladder and [C] he broke his skull, And they carried him [G] home his corpse to wake.
Oh, they wrapped him up in [C] a nice clean sheet, And they laid him all upon the bed,
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet, And a bottle of porter [G] at his head.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor he shakes,
Hence, they [C] found him [G] in a stiff manner.
Well, his friends [C] assembled at the wake, And Mrs.
[E] Finnegan called for lunch.
[G] Well, first she [C] brought them tea and cake, Then [G] punched her back a brandy punch,
Then the widow alone [C] began to cry, As for the lovely corpse that she'd ever seen,
And when she came aboard and waited to die, Well, you howled your [G] gobs as Molly McGee.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor she shakes,
_ Hence, they found [C] him in a [G] stiff manner.
_ Well, Mary [C] Murphy took off to job, And Billy [D] should see her wrong, I'm sure.
[G] Well, Billy fetched a little [C] belt and a gob, And left her [G] sprawling on the floor.
Oh, civil war [C] did then engage, One woman to woman and man to man,
She'll lay there always all the rage, And now when her [G] luck in the two began,
Quack full a dower, she didn't hear a fart, And around [D] the floor she'd a-tottle [G] shake,
Isn't it [C] the truth, I tell you, [G] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Well, Tim alone he [C] ducked his head, When a [E] bottle of whiskey flew at him.
He [G] ducked and [C] landing on the bed, The whiskey [G] scattered over Tim.
Oh, he turned to the wives and see how he rises,
Tim Finnegan [C] riding in the bed,
Saying, Twiddly-o, whiskey around like blazes,
Be the toddlers and [G] jaysers, Did you think I was dead?
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor she'd a-tottle shake,
Isn't it [C] the truth, I tell you, Lots [G] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
How much did I owe him?
Way more!
_ _ [A] _ _
[G] He had a brogue, both rich and sweet, [C]
And to rise in the world he carried a hod.
But Tim had a bit of [C] a tibbler's way, With a lovely liquor he was born,
And to send the money's way, Each day he'd a number of great [G] delivery born.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor he shakes,
Hence, [C]
they found him in a stiff [G] manner.
_ One morning Tim was [C] rather full, His head felt [E] heavy with trade and shake,
[G] He fell off the ladder and [C] he broke his skull, And they carried him [G] home his corpse to wake.
Oh, they wrapped him up in [C] a nice clean sheet, And they laid him all upon the bed,
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet, And a bottle of porter [G] at his head.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor he shakes,
Hence, they [C] found him [G] in a stiff manner.
Well, his friends [C] assembled at the wake, And Mrs.
[E] Finnegan called for lunch.
[G] Well, first she [C] brought them tea and cake, Then [G] punched her back a brandy punch,
Then the widow alone [C] began to cry, As for the lovely corpse that she'd ever seen,
And when she came aboard and waited to die, Well, you howled your [G] gobs as Molly McGee.
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor she shakes,
_ Hence, they found [C] him in a [G] stiff manner.
_ Well, Mary [C] Murphy took off to job, And Billy [D] should see her wrong, I'm sure.
[G] Well, Billy fetched a little [C] belt and a gob, And left her [G] sprawling on the floor.
Oh, civil war [C] did then engage, One woman to woman and man to man,
She'll lay there always all the rage, And now when her [G] luck in the two began,
Quack full a dower, she didn't hear a fart, And around [D] the floor she'd a-tottle [G] shake,
Isn't it [C] the truth, I tell you, [G] Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake.
Well, Tim alone he [C] ducked his head, When a [E] bottle of whiskey flew at him.
He [G] ducked and [C] landing on the bed, The whiskey [G] scattered over Tim.
Oh, he turned to the wives and see how he rises,
Tim Finnegan [C] riding in the bed,
Saying, Twiddly-o, whiskey around like blazes,
Be the toddlers and [G] jaysers, Did you think I was dead?
Quack full a dower, he doesn't hear a fart, And around the floor she'd a-tottle shake,
Isn't it [C] the truth, I tell you, Lots [G] of fun at Finnegan's wake.
How much did I owe him?
Way more!
_ _ [A] _ _
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