Biography:
The Wolfe Tones is an Irish rebel music band that incorporates elements of Irish traditional music. Formed in 1963, their most recognizable line-up that lasted for nearly 37 years until January 2001 was brothers Brian Warfield and Derek Warfield, and Noel Nagle, and Tommy Byrne. The band take its name from the Irish rebel and patriot Theobald Wolfe Tone, one of the leaders of the Irish Rebellion of 1798, with the double entendre of a wolf tone – a spurious sound that can affect instruments of the violin family.
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- A Nation Once Again
- A Row In The Town Erin Go Bragh
- Admiral William Brown
- Big Strong Man
- Boston Rose
- Broad Black Brimmer
- Celtic Symphony
- Come Out Ye Black And Tans
- Far Away In Australia
- Finnegans Wake
- God Save Ireland
- Grace
- Joe Mc Donnell
- Joe Mcdonnell
- Let The People Sing
- On The One Road
- Oro Se Do Bheatha Bhaile
- Quare Things In Dublin
- Rifles Of The Ira
- Rock On Rockall
- Sean South
- Sean South From Garryowen
- Snipers Promise
- Some Say The Devil Is Dead
- Sunday Bloody Sunday
- The Big Strong Man
- The Boys Of The Old Brigade
- The Fields Of Athenry
- The Men Behind The Wire
- The Streets Of New York
- The Wearing Of The Green
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[Verse]
C Am F G
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
C Am F G C
He had a brogue so rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
C Am C Am
An' you see he'd a sort of a tippelen way with the love of the liquor Tim was born
C Am F G C
An' to help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn
[Chorus]
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
C Am F G
One morning Tim felt rather full, his a-head felt heavy and it made him shake
C Am F G C
Well he fell from the ladder and he broke his skull, an' they carried him home his corpse to wake
C Am C Am
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, they laid him out upon the bed
C Am F G C
With a bottle of porter at his feet and a bottle of whiskey at his head
[Chorus]
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
C Am F G
His friends assembled at the wake, an' Mrs Finnegan called for lunch (c'mon Brady bring in the tay)
C Am F G C
Well first they brought in tea and cakes, then the pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
C Am C Am
Then the widow Maloney began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
C Am F G C
ara Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Muddy McGee
[Chorus]
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
C Am F G
Then the widow Maloney took up the job, alas says "Biddy, you're wrong, I'm sure"
C Am F G C
An' Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
C Am C Am
Well the civil war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman an' man to man
C Am F G C
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
[Chorus]
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
C Am F G
Then Tim Maloney ducked his head when a bottle of whiskey flew at him
C Am F G C
He ducked an' landed on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim
C Am C Am
An' Tim revives, an' see how he rises, Tim Finnegan rising from the bed
C Am F G C
Says "Whittle your whiskey 'round like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"
[Chorus]
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
C Am F G
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
C Am F G C
He had a brogue so rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
C Am C Am
An' you see he'd a sort of a tippelen way with the love of the liquor Tim was born
C Am F G C
An' to help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn
[Chorus]
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
C Am F G
One morning Tim felt rather full, his a-head felt heavy and it made him shake
C Am F G C
Well he fell from the ladder and he broke his skull, an' they carried him home his corpse to wake
C Am C Am
They rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, they laid him out upon the bed
C Am F G C
With a bottle of porter at his feet and a bottle of whiskey at his head
[Chorus]
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
C Am F G
His friends assembled at the wake, an' Mrs Finnegan called for lunch (c'mon Brady bring in the tay)
C Am F G C
Well first they brought in tea and cakes, then the pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
C Am C Am
Then the widow Maloney began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
C Am F G C
ara Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Muddy McGee
[Chorus]
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
C Am F G
Then the widow Maloney took up the job, alas says "Biddy, you're wrong, I'm sure"
C Am F G C
An' Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
C Am C Am
Well the civil war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman an' man to man
C Am F G C
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
[Chorus]
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
[Verse]
C Am F G
Then Tim Maloney ducked his head when a bottle of whiskey flew at him
C Am F G C
He ducked an' landed on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim
C Am C Am
An' Tim revives, an' see how he rises, Tim Finnegan rising from the bed
C Am F G C
Says "Whittle your whiskey 'round like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"
[Chorus]
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
C Am F G
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
C Am F G C
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
The Wooden Wolf
The Woodlands
The Woodys
The Word Alive
The Working Titl (...)
The Yelling
The Yellow Monke (...)
The Yellow Punk
The Yogscast
The Yordles