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