歌曲名 Whiskey On A Sunday (The Puppet Song)

歌手名 The Irish Rovers

作词：Glyn Hughes

作曲：Glyn Hughes

Come day go day

Wish in me heart it were Sunday

Drinking buttermilk through the week

Whiskey on a Sunday

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 me 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

Come day go day

Wish in me heart it were Sunday

Drinking buttermilk through the week

Whiskey on a Sunday

And sad to relate that old Seth Davy died in １９０４

The three wooden dolls in the dustbin were laid

His song will be heard nevermore

Come day go day

Wish in me heart it were Sunday

Drinking buttermilk through the week

Whiskey on a Sunday

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

Come day go day

Wish in me heart it were Sunday

Drinking buttermilk through the week

Whiskey on a Sunday

Come day go day

Wish in me heart it were Sunday

Drinking buttermilk through the week

Whiskey on a Sunday