Band: Dropkick Murphys
Intro Verse: (clean)
Tim [B]Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a [Ab]gentle Irishman - Mighty odd
He'd a [E]beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
To [B]rise in the world, he [F#]carried a hod,
You [B]see he'd sort of a Trippling way:
With [Ab]love for a liquor poor Tim was born,
To [E]help him on with his work each day,
He'd a [B]drop of the Craythor [F#]every morn'...[B]
Intro Riff:
e--------------------------------------------------|
B--------------------------------------------------|
G--------------------------9--9-9-------11--11-11--| x4
D--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--9--9-9--9-9--11--11-11--|
A--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--7--7-7--9-9---9---9--9--|
E--7--7-7-7-7--4--4-4-4-4----------7-7-------------|
(the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)
Verse 1: (ring out chords)
One [B]morning Tim was rather full, his [Ab]head felt heavy, which made him shake,
[E]Fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
So they [B]carried Him home, his [F#]corpse to wake
[B]Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and [Ab]laid him out upon the bed,
A [E]bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a [B]gallon of Porter [F#]at his head
Chorus:
And [B]whack Fol-De-Dah now [Ab]dance to your partner,
[E]Welt the floor, [B]your[F#] trotters shake
[B]Wasn't it the [Ab]truth I told
Ye [E]lots of fun [B]at [F#]Finnegan's Wake
Verse 2: (ring out)
His [B]friends assembled at his wake, and [Ab]Missus Finnegan called for lunch
[E]First they brought in tea and cake, then [B]pipes, tobacco and [F#]whiskey punch
[B]Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a [Ab]nice clean corpse that you ever did see
[E]Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah [B]hold your gob see [F#]Patty Magee
Chorus x1
Break:
[B] Who[E]ah,[F#]oh,oo[B]oh x2
Verse 3:
Then [B]Peggy O'Connor took up the job, [Ab]Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure
[E]Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and [B]left her sprawling [F#]on the floor
[B]Then the war did soon engage, [Ab]Woman to Woman and Man to Man
Shil[E]lelah-law was all the rage, an' a [B]row and a ruction [E]soon began
[B]Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a [Ab]bottle Of whiskey flew at him,
It [E]missed him falling on the bed, the [F#]liquor scattered over Tim,
[B]Tim revives, see how he rises, [Ab]Timothy rising from the bed
[E]Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "[F#]Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"
Chorus x2
Intro Verse: (clean)
Tim [B]Finnegan lived in Watling Street, a [Ab]gentle Irishman - Mighty odd
He'd a [E]beautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
To [B]rise in the world, he [F#]carried a hod,
You [B]see he'd sort of a Trippling way:
With [Ab]love for a liquor poor Tim was born,
To [E]help him on with his work each day,
He'd a [B]drop of the Craythor [F#]every morn'...[B]
Intro Riff:
e--------------------------------------------------|
B--------------------------------------------------|
G--------------------------9--9-9-------11--11-11--| x4
D--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--9--9-9--9-9--11--11-11--|
A--9--9-9-9-9--6--6-6-6-6--7--7-7--9-9---9---9--9--|
E--7--7-7-7-7--4--4-4-4-4----------7-7-------------|
(the first two times, guitar 2 justs hits chords)
Verse 1: (ring out chords)
One [B]morning Tim was rather full, his [Ab]head felt heavy, which made him shake,
[E]Fell from the ladder and broke his skull,
So they [B]carried Him home, his [F#]corpse to wake
[B]Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and [Ab]laid him out upon the bed,
A [E]bottle of whiskey at his feet, and a [B]gallon of Porter [F#]at his head
Chorus:
And [B]whack Fol-De-Dah now [Ab]dance to your partner,
[E]Welt the floor, [B]your[F#] trotters shake
[B]Wasn't it the [Ab]truth I told
Ye [E]lots of fun [B]at [F#]Finnegan's Wake
Verse 2: (ring out)
His [B]friends assembled at his wake, and [Ab]Missus Finnegan called for lunch
[E]First they brought in tea and cake, then [B]pipes, tobacco and [F#]whiskey punch
[B]Biddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a [Ab]nice clean corpse that you ever did see
[E]Tim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah [B]hold your gob see [F#]Patty Magee
Chorus x1
Break:
[B] Who[E]ah,[F#]oh,oo[B]oh x2
Verse 3:
Then [B]Peggy O'Connor took up the job, [Ab]Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure
[E]Biddy then gave her a belt on the gob and [B]left her sprawling [F#]on the floor
[B]Then the war did soon engage, [Ab]Woman to Woman and Man to Man
Shil[E]lelah-law was all the rage, an' a [B]row and a ruction [E]soon began
[B]Mickey Maloney raised his head, when a [Ab]bottle Of whiskey flew at him,
It [E]missed him falling on the bed, the [F#]liquor scattered over Tim,
[B]Tim revives, see how he rises, [Ab]Timothy rising from the bed
[E]Whirl your whisky around like blazes, "[F#]Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"
Chorus x2
