Whiskey on a sunday is attributed to Glyn Hughes in the DT
WHISKEY ON A SUNDAY or COME DAY, GO DAY (from DT)
(Glyn Hughes)
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinking buttermilk thru the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
He sits in the corner of Bevvington Bush
On top of an old packing case
he has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
And he croons with a smile on his face
His tired old hands tug away at the strings
And the puppets dance up and down
A far better show than you ever would see
In the fanciest theatre in town
And sad to relate that old Seth Davy died
In 1904
The three wooden doll in the dustbin were laid
His song will be heard nevermore
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
Recorded by Irish Rovers
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(Note from Joe Offer, 30 May 2022. It appears that the Digital Tradition lyrics are taken from the Irish Rovers recording, but a few words are different in the recording. Below is my transcription of the recording, but I'm not convinced that the Irish Rovers are a definitive source for the song)
Irish Rovers Recording: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OI-THvHvZg0
WHISKEY ON A SUNDAY (from Irish Rovers)
(Glyn Hughes)
CHORUS
Come day go day
Wish in my heart it were 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
And he croons with a smile on his face
His tired old hands tug away at the strings
And the puppets they dance up and down
A far better show than you ever would see
In the fanciest theatre in town
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
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