C Am Dm F G C
Oh, he sits at the corner of Beggars Bush, astride of an old packing case,
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And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing, as he crooned with a smile
C
on his face
[Chorus]
Am Dm G C
Come day, go day, wishing me heart it was Sunday
Am Dm G C
Drinking buttermilk all the week, and it's whiskey on a Sunday
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C Am Dm F
His tired old hands from the wooden beam,
G C
And the puppets they danced up and down
Am Dm F
A far better show than you ever will see,
G C
In the fanciest theatre in town
[Chorus]
Am Dm G C
Come day, go day, wishing me heart it was Sunday
Am Dm G C
Drinking buttermilk all the week, and it's whiskey on a Sunday
[Verse]
C Am Dm F
In nineteen o two old Seth Davy died,
G C
His song, it was heard no more
Am Dm F
His three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown,
G C
And the plank went to mend the back door
[Chorus]
Am Dm G C
Come day, go day, wishing me heart it was Sunday
Am Dm G C
Drinking buttermilk all the week, and it's whiskey on a Sunday
[Verse]
C Am Dm F
On some stormy night if you're passing that way,
G C
With the wind blowing up from the sea
Am Dm F
You may still hear the song of old Seth Davy,
G C
As he croons to his dancing dolls three
[Chorus]
Am Dm G C
Come day, go day, wishing me heart it was Sunday
Am Dm G C
Drinking buttermilk all the week, and it's whiskey on a Sunday
Am Dm G C
Drinking buttermilk all the week, and it's whiskey on a Sunday
