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\selectlanguage{english}
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\beginsong{Finnegan's Wake}[by=Traditional]
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\beginverse
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Tim\[C] Finnegan lived in\[Am] Walkin Street, a\[F] gentle Irishman\[G] mighty odd
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He\[C] had a brogue both\[Am] rich and sweet, an' to\[F] rise in the \[G]world he carried a\[C] hod
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You see he'd a sort of a\[Am] tipplers way but the\[C] love for the\[Am] liquor poor Tim was\[C] born
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To help him on his\[Am] way each day, he'd a\[F] drop of the\[G] craythur every\[C] morn
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\[C]Whack fol the dah now\[Am] dance to yer\[F] partner around the flure yer\[G] trotters shake
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\[C]Wasn't it the\[Am] truth I told you?\[F] Lots of fun at \[G]Finnegan's\[C] Wake
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
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Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
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Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
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A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
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First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
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Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
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Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
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Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
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Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
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Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
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It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
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Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
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Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
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\endverse
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\endsong
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