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Thread #44011   Message #645505
Posted By: Joan from Wigan
08-Feb-02 - 03:32 PM
Thread Name: Origin: Ballad of Seth Davy / Whiskey on a Sunday
Subject: Lyr Add: WHISKEY ON A SUNDAY (Glyn Hughes)
(Glyn Hughes)

He sits in 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

Come day go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinking buttermilk through the week
Whiskey on a Sunday

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 nineteen-oh-four
The three wooden dolls 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

I don't know if this is the original version or not - I remember from years ago a singer telling us that Seth Davy actually died in 1902, and I always sing that date in the version I do (which isn't the above, by the way). This version is from a website which gives lots of information about Dancing Dolls.