The Dubliners - Whiskey on a sunday
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Tuning: E A D G B E
He Gsits on the cEmorner of BeAmbingtonC Bush,the sDtride of an old packingG case,D7
And the dGolls at the Emend of the Amplank were danCcing,as he croDoned with a smile
on his fGace.
[Chorus]
CEmome day gAmo day,wisDhing me heart it was SuGnday,
DEmrinking Buttermilk Amall the week, WhDiskey on a Sunday G
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.