Artisto: | Irish Folk (English) |
Uzanto: | TA52477 |
Daŭro: | 200 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 20 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
Finnegan's Wake
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Tim Finnegan lived in Walker Street,
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A gentleman irish mighty odd.
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He´d a beautiful brogue, so rich and sweet,
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and to rise in the world he carried a hod.
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But Tim had a sort of a tippin´ way,
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With the love of the whiskey he was born.
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and to help him on his way each day,
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He'd a drop of the Craythur every morn.
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Whack fol the darn, o, dance to your partner,
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whirl the floor, your 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 was rather full,
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his head felt heavy which made him shake.
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He fell from a ladder and broke his skull,
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so they carried him home his corpse to wake.
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They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet,
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and laid him out upon the bed.
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A gallon of whiskey at his feet,
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and a barrel of porter at his head.
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Whack fol the darn, o, dance to your partner,
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whirl the floor, your 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 they brought in tay and cakes,
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then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch.
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Miss Biddy O´Brien began to cry,
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"Such a nice, clean corpse, did you ever see?
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Oh Tim, mavourneen, why did you die?",
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"Arragh, hold your gob!" said Paddy McGhee.
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Whack fol the darn, o, dance to your partner,
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whirl the floor, your 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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Then Maggy O´Connor took up the job,
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"Oh, Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure
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Biddy, she gave her a belt on the gob,
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and left her sprawling on the floor.
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And then, the war did soon engage,
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´twas 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 darn, o, dance to your partner,
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whirl the floor, your 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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Then Mickey Maloney ducked his head,
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when a bottle of whiskey flew at him.
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I missed him and falling on the bed,
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the liqour scattered over Tim.
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The corpse revives! See how he raises!
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Tim Finnegan jumping from the bed,
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says "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes!
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Thanum an Dhul! Do you think I'm dead?"
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Whack fol the darn, o, dance to your partner,
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whirl the floor, your 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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Whack fol the darn, o, dance to your partner,
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whirl the floor, your 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