Mccormack and richard tauber are sitting by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands Gimme one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in frankfurt and got syph down in cologne And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone Frank ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in madrid And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was screaming at all the yids At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in his chair
And in the euston tavern you said it was your show But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains So you walked back in through the revolving door and did it all again At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in his chair
Do you remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl? There were lazy drunken bastards singing billy and the bowl They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch So you dropped a button in the pledge and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty with blacks and paks and jocks And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box Then they'll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground But you'll stick your head back out and shout we'll have another round At the sick bed of cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in his chair
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