Dubliners - Whiskey on a sunday
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He Csits on the cAmorner of BeDmggers BFush,the strGide of an old packing cCase,
And the dAmolls at the end of the Dmplank were danFcing,as he croGoned wit a smile
on his fCace.
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CAmome day gDmo day,wisGhing me heart it was SuCnday,
DAmrinking ButtDmermilk all the wGeek, Whiskey on a SuCnday
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.