The Dubliners-Finnegans wake-HQ Chords
Tempo:
131.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Finnegan's Wake.
[G]
[D]
[G]
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] One morning Tim was [C] rather full.
His old head felt heavy [D] which made him shake.
He [G] fell off the ladder of the grove he [C] scull.
And they carried him [D] home his corpse to [G] wake.
Father wrapped him up in a nice [C] clean sheet.
And they laid him out upon the bed.
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet.
And a bottle of port and at [G] his head.
What could a willy lusky hear
Parting the road the blow of your car's gate?
As he made his way through St.
Tony
A lot upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Well his friends [C] assembled at the wake.
And Mrs.
Finnegan called [E] for lunch.
[G] Well first she brought them tea and [C] cake.
Then pipes to make a [G] brandy punch.
Then the wind of Malone began [C] to cry.
Ah such a lovely [C] corpse did you never see.
Was it him of Odin and why did you die?
Well you held your gob since muddy [G] McGee.
What could a willy lusky hear
Parting the road the blow [D] of your car's gate?
As he made his way through St.
[C] Tony
A lot upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Oh well Mary Murphy took up the job.
A biddy she she a wrong [D] I'm sure.
[G] Oh well Billy Fetch done a belt [C] in the gob.
And left her [D] strawling on the [G] floor.
Oh civil war did them [C] engage.
For the woman the woman and man to man.
She laid him low with all her rage.
And a rowing eruption [G] soon began.
Whack for the dow when you left your farm.
And a rowing the blow of your car's gate.
Isn't it the truth [C] I tell you.
A lot [G] upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Well Mick Maloney [C] ducked his head.
When a bottle of whiskey flew [A] at him.
[G] He ducked and landing on [C] the bed.
The whiskey [G] scattered over Tim.
Bobby Danny revived and see how he rises.
Tim Finnegan rising in the [C] bed.
St.
Tony a whiskey a row like blazes.
Be the taunted and jazers did you think I was dead.
Whack for the dow when you left your farm.
And a rowing the [D] blow of your car's gate.
[G] Isn't it the truth [C] I tell you.
A lot upon [G] the Finnegan's Wake.
How was your old one.
[G]
[D]
[G]
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] One morning Tim was [C] rather full.
His old head felt heavy [D] which made him shake.
He [G] fell off the ladder of the grove he [C] scull.
And they carried him [D] home his corpse to [G] wake.
Father wrapped him up in a nice [C] clean sheet.
And they laid him out upon the bed.
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet.
And a bottle of port and at [G] his head.
What could a willy lusky hear
Parting the road the blow of your car's gate?
As he made his way through St.
Tony
A lot upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Well his friends [C] assembled at the wake.
And Mrs.
Finnegan called [E] for lunch.
[G] Well first she brought them tea and [C] cake.
Then pipes to make a [G] brandy punch.
Then the wind of Malone began [C] to cry.
Ah such a lovely [C] corpse did you never see.
Was it him of Odin and why did you die?
Well you held your gob since muddy [G] McGee.
What could a willy lusky hear
Parting the road the blow [D] of your car's gate?
As he made his way through St.
[C] Tony
A lot upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Oh well Mary Murphy took up the job.
A biddy she she a wrong [D] I'm sure.
[G] Oh well Billy Fetch done a belt [C] in the gob.
And left her [D] strawling on the [G] floor.
Oh civil war did them [C] engage.
For the woman the woman and man to man.
She laid him low with all her rage.
And a rowing eruption [G] soon began.
Whack for the dow when you left your farm.
And a rowing the blow of your car's gate.
Isn't it the truth [C] I tell you.
A lot [G] upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Well Mick Maloney [C] ducked his head.
When a bottle of whiskey flew [A] at him.
[G] He ducked and landing on [C] the bed.
The whiskey [G] scattered over Tim.
Bobby Danny revived and see how he rises.
Tim Finnegan rising in the [C] bed.
St.
Tony a whiskey a row like blazes.
Be the taunted and jazers did you think I was dead.
Whack for the dow when you left your farm.
And a rowing the [D] blow of your car's gate.
[G] Isn't it the truth [C] I tell you.
A lot upon [G] the Finnegan's Wake.
How was your old one.
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_ Finnegan's Wake.
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_ _ [G] _ One morning Tim was [C] rather full.
His old head felt heavy [D] which made him shake.
He [G] fell off the ladder of the grove he [C] scull.
And they carried him [D] home his corpse to [G] wake.
Father wrapped him up in a nice [C] clean sheet.
And they laid him out upon the bed.
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet.
And a bottle of port and at [G] his head.
What could a willy lusky hear
Parting the road the blow of your car's gate?
As he made his way through St.
Tony
A lot upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Well his friends [C] assembled at the wake.
And Mrs.
Finnegan called [E] for lunch.
[G] Well first she brought them tea and [C] cake.
Then pipes to make a [G] brandy punch.
Then the wind of Malone began [C] to cry.
Ah such a lovely [C] corpse did you never see.
Was it him of Odin and why did you die?
Well you held your gob since muddy [G] McGee.
What could a willy lusky hear
Parting the road the blow [D] of your car's gate?
As he made his way through St.
[C] Tony
A lot upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Oh well Mary Murphy took up the job.
A biddy she she a wrong [D] I'm sure.
_ [G] Oh well Billy Fetch done a belt [C] in the gob.
And left her [D] strawling on the [G] floor.
Oh civil war did them [C] engage.
_ For the woman the woman and man to man.
She laid him low with all her rage.
And a rowing eruption [G] soon began.
Whack for the dow when you left your farm.
And a rowing the blow of your car's gate.
Isn't it the truth [C] I tell you.
A lot [G] upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Well Mick Maloney [C] ducked his head.
When a bottle of whiskey flew [A] at him.
[G] He ducked and landing on [C] the bed.
The whiskey [G] scattered over Tim.
_ Bobby Danny revived and see how he rises.
_ Tim Finnegan rising in the [C] bed.
St.
Tony a whiskey a row like blazes.
Be the taunted and jazers did you think I was dead.
Whack for the dow when you left your farm.
And a rowing the [D] blow of your car's gate.
[G] Isn't it the truth [C] I tell you.
A lot upon [G] the Finnegan's Wake.
How was your old one. _
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_ _ [G] _ One morning Tim was [C] rather full.
His old head felt heavy [D] which made him shake.
He [G] fell off the ladder of the grove he [C] scull.
And they carried him [D] home his corpse to [G] wake.
Father wrapped him up in a nice [C] clean sheet.
And they laid him out upon the bed.
With a bottle of whiskey at his feet.
And a bottle of port and at [G] his head.
What could a willy lusky hear
Parting the road the blow of your car's gate?
As he made his way through St.
Tony
A lot upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Well his friends [C] assembled at the wake.
And Mrs.
Finnegan called [E] for lunch.
[G] Well first she brought them tea and [C] cake.
Then pipes to make a [G] brandy punch.
Then the wind of Malone began [C] to cry.
Ah such a lovely [C] corpse did you never see.
Was it him of Odin and why did you die?
Well you held your gob since muddy [G] McGee.
What could a willy lusky hear
Parting the road the blow [D] of your car's gate?
As he made his way through St.
[C] Tony
A lot upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Oh well Mary Murphy took up the job.
A biddy she she a wrong [D] I'm sure.
_ [G] Oh well Billy Fetch done a belt [C] in the gob.
And left her [D] strawling on the [G] floor.
Oh civil war did them [C] engage.
_ For the woman the woman and man to man.
She laid him low with all her rage.
And a rowing eruption [G] soon began.
Whack for the dow when you left your farm.
And a rowing the blow of your car's gate.
Isn't it the truth [C] I tell you.
A lot [G] upon the Finnegan's Wake.
Well Mick Maloney [C] ducked his head.
When a bottle of whiskey flew [A] at him.
[G] He ducked and landing on [C] the bed.
The whiskey [G] scattered over Tim.
_ Bobby Danny revived and see how he rises.
_ Tim Finnegan rising in the [C] bed.
St.
Tony a whiskey a row like blazes.
Be the taunted and jazers did you think I was dead.
Whack for the dow when you left your farm.
And a rowing the [D] blow of your car's gate.
[G] Isn't it the truth [C] I tell you.
A lot upon [G] the Finnegan's Wake.
How was your old one. _