Dubliners - Whiskey On A Sunday

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he sits on the corner of beggers bush , the stride of an old packing case ,
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and the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing , as he crooned wit a smile
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on his face .

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come day go day , wishing me heart it was sunday ,
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drinking buttermilk all the week , whiskey on a sunday

his tired old hands from the wodde beam ,
and the puppets they danced up and down ,
a far better show than you ever will see ,
in the fanciest theater in tow .

in nineteen o two old seth davy died ,
and his song was heard no more ,
the three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown ,
and the plank went to mend the back door .

on some stormy night when your passing that way ,
with the wind blowing up from the sea ,
you can still hear the sound of old seth davy ,
as he croons to his dancing dolls three .