From 7aa129416dda9160306a1aeaf7d14d2febae3034 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: "benoit.darroux@gmail.com" Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2011 10:50:55 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] =?UTF-8?q?[Beno=C3=AEt]=20aussi=20longue=20=C3=A0=20taper?= =?UTF-8?q?=20qu'=C3=A0=20chanter...?= MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit --- songs/Traditional/Finnegan_s_Wake.sg | 46 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 46 insertions(+) diff --git a/songs/Traditional/Finnegan_s_Wake.sg b/songs/Traditional/Finnegan_s_Wake.sg index 61ff4fe..5cd3c9e 100644 --- a/songs/Traditional/Finnegan_s_Wake.sg +++ b/songs/Traditional/Finnegan_s_Wake.sg @@ -2,5 +2,51 @@ \songcolumns{2} \beginsong{Finnegan's Wake}[by=Traditional] +\beginverse +Tim\[Do] Finnegan lived in\[Lam] Walkin Street, a\[Fa] gentle Irishman\[Sol] mighty odd +He\[Do] had a brogue both\[Lam] rich and sweet, an' to\[Fa] rise in the \[Sol]world he carried a\[Do] hod +You see he'd a sort of a\[Lam] tipplers way but the\[Do] love for the\[Lam] liquor poor Tim was\[Do] born +To help him on his\[Lam] way each day, he'd a\[Fa] drop of the\[Sol] craythur every\[Do] morn +\[Do]Whack fol the dah now\[Lam] dance to yer\[Fa] partner around the flure yer\[Sol] trotters shake +\[Do]Wasn't it the\[Lam] truth I told you?\[Fa] Lots of fun at \[Sol]Finnegan's\[Do] Wake +\endverse + +\beginverse +One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake +Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake +Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed +A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head +Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake +Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake +\endverse + +\beginverse +His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch +First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch +Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see, +Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee + Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake +Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake +\endverse + +\beginverse +Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure" +Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor +Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man +Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began + Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake +Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake +\endverse + +\beginverse +Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him +It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim +Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed +Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?" +Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake +Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake +Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake +Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake +\endverse \endsong \ No newline at end of file