[Benoît] aussi longue à taper qu'à chanter...

songs/Traditional/Finnegan_s_Wake.sg

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 \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