Whiskey On A Sunday lyrics
The Irish RoversCome day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk through the week,
Whiskey on a Sunday
He sits on the corner of old Beggar's Bush
On top of an old packing crate
He has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
As he croons with a smile on his face
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk through the week,
Whiskey on a Sunday
His tired old hands tug away at the strings
And the puppets the dance up and down
A far better show than you ever would see
In the fanciest theatre in town
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk through the week,
Whiskey on a Sunday
And sad to relate that old Seth Davy died
In nineteen hundred and four
The three wooden dolls in the dustbin were laid
His songs will be heard nevermore
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk through the week,
Whiskey on a Sunday
But some stormy night when you're passing that way
And the wind's blowing up from the sea
You'll still hear the song of old Seth Davy
As he croons to his dancing dolls three
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk through the week,
Whiskey on a Sunday
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk through the week,
Whiskey on a Sunday
Song Details
Writer: Glyn Hughes (1932-1972)
Brief: The song is about a Jamaican man by the name of Seth Davey, a busker who sang and performed with his dancing dolls outside The Bevington Bush Hotel in Liverpool, and only got whiskey on a Sunday.
The song is sometimes referred to as 'The Ballad Of Seth Davy".
The Irish version of the song refers to Beggars Bush which is located in Dublin.
First Irish Release: 1968 - Danny Doyle popularized the song reaching No. 1 on the Irish charts where it remained for 10 weeks.
Category: Folk
Covers: Danny Doyle, The Dubliners, The Irish Rovers (featured), The Weavers, Max Boyce
Album: The Best Of The Irish Rovers (Jan 01, 1980)
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