Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
He sits on the corner of old Beggar’s Bush
A stride of an old packing crate
And the three puppets dolls on the plank were dancing
As he crooned with a smile on his face
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Come day, Go day, wishing me heart it was Sunday
Drinkin’ buttermilk all the week and it’s whiskey on a Sunday
His tired old hands drummed away on the beam
And the puppets they danced up and down
A far better show than you ever have seen
At the fanciest theaters in town
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1902 Seth Davey died
And his songs they were heard no more
The three puppet dolls in the dustbin were thrown
And the plank went to mend a back door
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On some stormy nights down Scotty Road way
When the wind’s blowing up from the Sea
You can still hear the songs of Old Seth Davey
As he croons to his dancing dolls three
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