Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whiskey On A Sunday, artist - The Dubliners. Album song The Dubliners, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 25.09.1988
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Whiskey On A Sunday |
He sits at the corner of Begger’s Bush |
Astride of an old packing crate |
And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing |
He sits at the corner of Begger’s Bush |
Astride of an old packing crate |
And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing |
As he crooned with a smile on his face: |
«La da da… |
Come day, go day |
Wish in me heart it was Sunday |
Drinking buttermilk all the week |
And a whiskey on a Sunday» |
His tired old hands worked the wooden beam |
As the puppets they danced up and down |
A far better show than you ever will see |
In the fanciest theatre in town |
La da da… |
Come day, go day |
Wish in me heart it was Sunday |
Drinking buttermilk all the week |
And a whiskey on a Sunday |
In 1902 old Seth Davie died |
His song it was heard no more |
The three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown |
And the plank went to mend a back door |
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 Davie |
As he croons to his dancing dolls three |
La da da… |
Come day, go day |
Wish in me heart it was Sunday |
Drinking buttermilk all the week |
And a whiskey on a Sunday |
Drinking buttermilk all the week |
And a whiskey on a Sunday |