The Dubliners - Whiskey on a sunday

Oh, he ^Csits at the c^Amorner of B^Dmeggars B^Fush, as^Gtride of an old packing c^Case, And the d^Amolls at the end of the ^Dmplank were dan^Fcing, as he cr^Gooned with a smile on his f^Cace

^AmCome day, g^Dmo day, w^Gishing me heart it was S^Cunday ^AmDrinking buttermilk a^Dmll the week, and it's w^Ghiskey on a S^Cunday

His ^Ctired old hands f^Amrom the ^Dmwooden b^Feam, And ^Gthe puppets they danced up and ^Cdown A f^Amar better show than you^Dm ever will ^Fsee, In the ^Gfanciest theatre in ^Ctown

^AmCome day, g^Dmo day, w^Gishing me heart it was S^Cunday ^AmDrinking buttermilk a^Dmll the week, and it's w^Ghiskey on a S^Cunday

In n^Cineteen o t^Amwo old S^Dmeth Davy^F died, His ^Gsong, it was heard no ^Cmore His t^Amhree dancing dolls in the ^Dmdustbin were t^Fhrown, And the ^Gplank went to mend the ^Cback door

^AmCome day, g^Dmo day, w^Gishing me heart it was S^Cunday ^AmDrinking buttermilk a^Dmll the week, and it's w^Ghiskey on a S^Cunday

On s^Come stormy n^Amight if you're ^Dmpassing that ^Fway, With the wind^G blowing up from the s^Cea You may s^Amtill hear the ^Dmsong of old Se^Fth Davy, As he cr^Goons to his dancing dolls th^Cree

^AmCome day, g^Dmo day, w^Gishing me heart it was S^Cunday ^AmDrinking buttermilk a^Dmll the week, and it's w^Ghiskey on a S^Cunday ^AmDrinking buttermilk a^Dmll the week, and it's w^Ghiskey on a S^Cunday