| [00:03] |
Come day, go day |
| [00:06] |
wish in me heart it was Sunday |
| [00:11] |
drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday |
| [00:17] |
He sat on the corner of ould Beggar's Bush |
| [00:20] |
on top o' the ould packing crate |
| [00:25] |
He has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing |
| [00:29] |
and he croons and smile on his face |
| [00:34] |
Come day, go day |
| [00:37] |
wish in me heart it was Sunday |
| [00:42] |
drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday |
| [00:49] |
His tired ould hands tug away up the strings |
| [00:53] |
and the puppets they dance up and down |
| [00:57] |
(It's) a far better show than you ever will see |
| [01:01] |
in the fanciest theatre in town |
| [01:06] |
Come day, go day |
| [01:09] |
wish in me heart it was Sunday |
| [01:13] |
drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday |
| [01:21] |
I'm sad to relate that ould Seth Davy died in 1904 |
| [01:29] |
the three wooden dolls in the dustbin were laid |
| [01:32] |
his songs will be heard never more |
| [01:37] |
Come day, go day |
| [01:40] |
wish in me heart it was Sunday |
| [01:45] |
drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday |
| [01:52] |
Some stormy night when you're passin' that way |
| [01:56] |
and the winds blowin' up from the sea |
| [02:00] |
you can still hear the song of ould Seth Davy |
| [02:04] |
as he croons to dancin' dolls three |
| [02:09] |
Come day, go day |
| [02:12] |
wish in me heart it was Sunday |
| [02:16] |
drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday |
| [02:25] |
Come day, go day |
| [02:28] |
wish in me heart it was Sunday |
| [02:32] |
drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday |
