Sick Bed Of Cachulainn

(intro)


Mc Cormack and Richard Tauber

Are singing by the bed.

There s a glass of punch below your feet

And an angel at your head.

There s (C) devils on each (Dm) side of you

With (C) bottles in their (Dm) hands.

You need one more drop of poison

And you ll dream of foreign lands.


When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt

And got syph down in Cologne

And you heard the rattling death trains

As you lay there all alone,

Frank Ryan brought you whiskey

In a brothel in Madrid

And you decked some ing blackshirt

Who was cursing all the Yids.

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn

We ll kneel and say a prayer

And the ghosts are rattling at the door

And the devil s in the chair.

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And in the Euston Tavern

You screamed it was your shout

But they wouldn t give you service

So you kicked the windows out.

They took you out into the street

And kicked you in the brains,

So you walked back in through a bolted door

And did it all again.

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn

We ll kneel and say a prayer

And the ghosts are rattling at the door

And the devil s in the chair.

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You re member that foul evening

When you heard the banshees howl,

There was lazy drunken bastards

Singing Billy is in the bowl.

They took you up to midnight mass

And left you in the lurch

So you dropped a button in the plate

And spewed up in the church.


Now you ll sing a song of liberty

For blacks and paks and jocks

And they ll take you from this dump you re in

And stick you in a box.

Then they ll take you to Cloughprior

And shove you in the ground

But you ll stick your head back out and shout,

"We ll have another round."

At the graveside of Cuchulainn

We ll kneel around and pray

And God is in His heaven,

And Billy s down by the bay.

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