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Tonalità

SOL

Accordi

SOL, RE7, DO, RE

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Gli accordi usati in "Finnegan’s Wake" di The Dubliners sono: SOL, RE7, DO, RE. Tonalità: SOL.
In che tonalità è Finnegan’s Wake?
"Finnegan’s Wake" di The Dubliners è in tonalità SOL.
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Finnegan’s Wake
The Dubliners
Key: SOL
SOL
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street

  RE7
A gentle Irishman, mighty odd

                 SOL
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet

       DO                             SOL
And to rise in the world he carried a hod

                                      DO
You see he'd a sort of the tipp' lin' way

With the love of the liquor, poor Tim was born

And to help him on with his work each day

                                  SOL
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner

                    RE
Welt the floor your trotters shake

SOL                   DO
Wasn't it the truth I tell you

               RE         SOL
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

    SOL                    DO
One mornin' Tim was rather full

                                    RE
His head felt heavy, which made him shake

   SOL                                   DO
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull

                                        SOL
And they carried him home his corpse to wake

                                   DO
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet

And laid him out upon the bed

With a gallon of whiskey at his feet

                              SOL
And a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner

                    RE
Welt the floor your trotters shake

SOL                   DO
Wasn't it the truth I tell you

               RE         SOL
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

    SOL                      DO
His friends assembled at the wake

                             RE         
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch

SOL                           DO
First they brought in tay and cake

                                SOL
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch

                       DO
Biddy O'Brien began to cry

"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?

Tim Mavourneen why did you die?"

                                   SOL
"Arrah hold your gob" said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner

                    RE
Welt the floor your trotters shake

SOL                   DO
Wasn't it the truth I tell you

               RE         SOL
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

     SOL                         DO
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job

                                       RE
"O Biddy, " says she "you're wrong I'm sure"

SOL                          DO
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob

                              SOL
And left her sprawling on the floor

                        DO
Then the war did soon engage

It was woman to woman and man to man

Shillelagh law was all the rage

                               SOL
And a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner

                    RE
Welt the floor your trotters shake

SOL                   DO
Wasn't it the truth I tell you

               RE         SOL
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

     SOL                       DO
Then Mickey Maloney raised his head

                                 RE
When a bucket of whiskey flew at him

   SOL                       DO
It missed and falling on the bed

                          SOL
The liquor scattered over Tim

Tim revives, see how he rises

                        DO
Timothy rising from the bed

Said "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes

                                   SOL
Thundering Jesus, do you think I'm dead?"

Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner

                    RE
Welt the floor your trotters shake

SOL                   DO
Wasn't it the truth I tell you

               RE         SOL
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

Finnegan’s Wake

The Dubliners · Key SOL

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street
A gentle Irishman, mighty odd
He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet
And to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of the tipp' lin' way
With the love of the liquor, poor Tim was born
And to help him on with his work each day
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
One mornin' Tim was rather full
His head felt heavy, which made him shake
He fell from the ladder and he broke his skull
And they carried him home his corpse to wake
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet
And laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whiskey at his feet
And a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
His friends assembled at the wake
And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry
"Such a nice clean corpse did you ever see?
Tim Mavourneen why did you die?"
"Arrah hold your gob" said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job
"O Biddy, " says she "you're wrong I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob
And left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
It was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage
And a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake
Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
When a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed and falling on the bed
The liquor scattered over Tim
Tim revives, see how he rises
Timothy rising from the bed
Said "Whirl your whiskey around like blazes
Thundering Jesus, do you think I'm dead?"
Whack fol the da, now, dance to your partner
Welt the floor your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I tell you
Lots of fun at Finnegan's wake

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