The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #8911   Message #2742160
Posted By: GUEST,Franny
09-Oct-09 - 01:14 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Whisky on a Sunday
Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday
This is a song we sing on summer camps, but I sang it once to a liverpudlian, who reckoned we had the words as close as right to the words she had known

He sat on the corner of Bebbingtin Bus
astride an old packing case
and the dolls on the end of the plank went dancing
as he sang with a smile on his face.

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Come day go day
wishing my heart for sunday
Mmm-mmm-mmm drinking buttermilk all the week
whiskey on a sunday

His tired old hand beat the wooden plank
and the dolls they all danced a-gear
a far finer show than you ever did see
at the Pivvy or ?New Brighton Pier

Now in 1902 old Seth Davy died
and his song was heard no more
his three dancing dolls in the jower bin ended
and the plank went to fix the back door

Now on some stormy nights down the Scotty Road way
When the wind's blowing in from the sea
If I just close my eyes I can hear old Seth
Singing to my brothers and me.