Finnegan's Wake taby ukulele według Traditional Irish (Chwyty barytonu)

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Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, 
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a gentle Irishman mighty odd
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He had a brogue both rich and sweet, 
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an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
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You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way 
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with the love for liquor he was born
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To help him on his way each day, 
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he'd a drop of the craychur every morn
 
 
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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 
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'round the floor yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
 

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One morning Tim got rather full, 
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his head felt heavy which made him shake
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Fell from a ladder and broke his skull, 
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and they carried him home his corpse to wake
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Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, 
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and laid him out upon the bed
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A bottle of whiskey at his feet 
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and a barrel of porter at his head
 

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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 
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'round the floor yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
 

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His friends assembled at the wake, 
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and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
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First she brought in tea and cake, 
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then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
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Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a
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nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
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Tim avourneen, why did you die?",
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 "Arragh, shut your gob" said Paddy McGee
 

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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 
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'round the floor yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
 

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Patty O'Connor took up the job, 
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"Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
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Biddy gave her a belt in the gob, 
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then left her sprawlin' on the floor
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Then the war did soon enrage, 
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t'was woman to woman and man to man
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Shillelagh law was all the rage 
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and a row and a ruction soon began
 

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Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 
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'round the floor yer trotters shake
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Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

 
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Mickey Maloney lowered his head 
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and a bottle of whiskey flew at him
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It missed, and falling on the bed, 
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the liquor scattered over Tim
[down strum]
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Tim revives, see how he rises, 
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Timothy rising from the bed
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Saying "Whirl your liquor around like blazes, 
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thunderin' jaysus, do ye 'ink I'm dead?"
 

F                     Dm                  
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 
A#                   C
'round the floor yer trotters shake
F             Dm                
Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
A#              C          F
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

F                     Dm                  
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner 
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'round the floor yer trotters shake
F             Dm                
Wasn't it the truth I told you? 
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Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake