(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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