Well heres how I play it....

Em                      Am
He sits on the corner of Beggars Bush
D7                        G
Astride of an old packing case

And the dolls at the end
       Am
Of the plank were dancing
      D7                         G
As he crooned with a smile on his face (walk-down 3 frets)

Em       Am
Come day go day
D7                         G
Wishing in me heart it was Sunday
                   Am      
Drinking buttermilk all the week
D7          G
Whiskey on a Sunday

His tired old hands tugged away at the strings
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