Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WHISKEY ON A SUNDAY COME DAY, GO DAY (Glyn Hughes) 
Come day, go day Wish in my heart it were Sunday Drinking buttermilk thru 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 
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 
And sad to relate that old Seth Davy died In 1904 The three wooden doll in the dustbin were laid His song will be heard nevermore 
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 
Recorded by Irish Rovers