Whiskey on a sunday The Dubliners

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He sits at the corner of Begger's Bush
Astride of an old packing crate
And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing
He sits at the corner of Begger's Bush
Astride of an old packing crate
And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing
As he crooned with a smile on his face:
"La da da...
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And a whiskey on a Sunday"
His tired old hands worked the wooden beam
As the puppets they danced up and down
A far better show than you ever will see
In the fanciest theatre in town
La da da...
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
And a whiskey on a Sunday
In 1902 old Seth Davie died
His song it was heard no more
The three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown
And the plank went to mend a back door