Lirik Lagu Whiskey On A Sunday - Rolf Harris
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He sits on the corner of Bebbington BushAstride of an old packing case
And the dolls at the endOf the plank were dancingAs he crooned with a smile on his face (walk-down 3 frets)
Come day go dayWishing in me heart it was SundayDrinking buttermilk all the weekWhiskey on a Sunday
His tired old hands tugged away at the stringsAnd the puppets they danced up and downA far better show than you ever would seeIn the fanciest theatre in town
But in 1902 old Seth Daly diedHis song it was heard no moreThe three dancing dollsIn the dustbin were thrownAnd the plank went to mend the backdoor
But on some stormy nightIf you´re passing that wayWith the wind blowing up from the seaYou can still hear the songOf old Seth DalyAs he croons to his dancing dolls three
And the dolls at the endOf the plank were dancingAs he crooned with a smile on his face (walk-down 3 frets)
Come day go dayWishing in me heart it was SundayDrinking buttermilk all the weekWhiskey on a Sunday
His tired old hands tugged away at the stringsAnd the puppets they danced up and downA far better show than you ever would seeIn the fanciest theatre in town
But in 1902 old Seth Daly diedHis song it was heard no moreThe three dancing dollsIn the dustbin were thrownAnd the plank went to mend the backdoor
But on some stormy nightIf you´re passing that wayWith the wind blowing up from the seaYou can still hear the songOf old Seth DalyAs he croons to his dancing dolls three
