Dropkick Murphys - Finnegans Wake Chords

Standard guitar tuning: 
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo


Intro verse
Tim BFinnegan lived in Watling Street, a A♭gentle Irishman - Mighty odd
He'd a Ebeautiful brogue so rich and sweet,
To Brise in the world, he F♯carried a hod,
You Bsee he'd sort of a Trippling way:
With A♭love for a liquor poor Tim was born,
To Ehelp him on with his work each day,
He'd a Bdrop of the Craythor F♯every morn'...B

Intro riff
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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-------------|

Verse 1
One Bmorning Tim was rather full, his A♭head felt heavy, which made him shake,
EFell from the ladder and broke his skull,
So they Bcarried Him home, his F♯corpse to wake
BRolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and A♭laid him out upon the bed,
A Ebottle of whiskey at his feet, and a Bgallon of Porter F♯at his head

Chorus
And Bwhack Fol-De-Dah now A♭dance to your partner,
EWelt the floor, ByourF♯ trotters shake
BWasn't it the A♭truth I told
Ye Elots of fun Bat F♯Finnegan's Wake

Verse 2
His Bfriends assembled at his wake, and A♭Missus Finnegan called for lunch
EFirst they brought in tea and cake, then Bpipes, tobacco and F♯whiskey punch
BBiddy O'Brien begged to cry, such a A♭nice clean corpse that you ever did see
ETim brother, hey why did you die? Arrah Bhold your gob see F♯Patty Magee

Chorus x1
Break
B WhoEah,F♯oh,ooBoh x2

Verse 3
Then BPeggy O'Connor took up the job, A♭Biddy she says ye're wrong I'm sure
EBiddy then gave her a belt on the gob and Bleft her sprawling F♯on the floor
BThen the war did soon engage, A♭Woman to Woman and Man to Man
ShilElelah-law was all the rage, an' a Brow and a ruction Esoon began
BMickey Maloney raised his head, when a A♭bottle Of whiskey flew at him,
It Emissed him falling on the bed, the F♯liquor scattered over Tim,
BTim revives, see how he rises, A♭Timothy rising from the bed
EWhirl your whisky around like blazes, "F♯Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead?"

Chorus x2