ฟังเพลงWhiskey on a Sunday

Whiskey On A Sunday - Dingle Folk

He sits at the corner of Begger's Bush

Astride of an old packing case

And the dolls at the end of the plank were dance

As he crooned with a smile on his face

Come day go day

Wish in my heart it was Sunday

Drinking buttermilk all the week

Whiskey on a Sunday

His tired old hands worked the wooden beam

Puppets they danced up and down

A far better show you will never have see

In the fanciest theatre in town

Come day go day

Wish in my heart it was Sunday

Drinking buttermilk all the week

Whiskey on a Sunday

In nineteen or two old Seth Davie died

His song was heard no more

And the three dancing dolls to the dustbin were thrown

And the plank went to mend a back door

Come day go day

And wish in my heart it was Sunday

Drinking buttermilk all the week

Whiskey on a Sunday

But some stormy night if you're passing that way

With the wind blowing up from the sea

You still hear the song of old Seth Daviesen

As he croons to his dancing dolls three

Come day go day

Wish in my heart it was Sunday

Drinking buttermilk all the week

Whiskey on a Sunday