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Artist:Paddy Schmidt
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Track:WHISKEY ON A SUNDAY
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:He sits on the corner of Beggars Bush
Astride of an old packing case
And the dolls at
the end
of the plank were dancing
As he crooned with a smile on his face


Come day go day
Whishing in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the
week
Whiskey on a Sunday

His tired old hands from the wooden beam
And
the puppets they danced up and down
A far better show than you ever would see
In the
fanciest theatre in town

But in 1902 old Seth Daly died
His song it was heard
no more
The three dancing dolls
in the dustbin were thrown
And the plank went
to mend the backdoor

But on some stormy night
if you´re passing that way

With the wind blowing up from the sea
You can still hear the song
of old Seth
Daly
As he croons to his dancing dolls three
 
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