The Sickbed of Cuchulainn (Live Version)
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๐ ID: 4883467
๐ Lyrics
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing 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
You need 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 bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
But the ghosts are rattling at the door and devil's in the chair, yaw!
Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
They wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains
You walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
The ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, yaw!
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken bastards singing "Billy in the Bowl"
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for 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 graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
God is in his heaven, Billy's down by the bay, yaw!
Thank you, merci
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
You need 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 bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
But the ghosts are rattling at the door and devil's in the chair, yaw!
Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
They wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains
You walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
The ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, yaw!
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken bastards singing "Billy in the Bowl"
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for 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 graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
God is in his heaven, Billy's down by the bay, yaw!
Thank you, merci
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:32.86] McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
[00:39.82] There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
[00:47.38] There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
[00:54.77] You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
[01:04.80] When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
[01:08.02] And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
[01:11.41] Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
[01:14.53] And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids
[01:17.70] At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
[01:20.96] But the ghosts are rattling at the door and devil's in the chair, yaw!
[01:24.85]
[01:30.43] Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
[01:33.54] They wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
[01:36.86] They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains
[01:40.20] You walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
[01:43.12] At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
[01:46.34] The ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, yaw!
[01:50.03]
[02:03.30] You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
[02:11.14] There was lazy drunken bastards singing "Billy in the Bowl"
[02:18.72] They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
[02:25.87] So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
[02:35.22] Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
[02:38.63] And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
[02:41.72] Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
[02:44.73] But you'll stick your head back out and shout we'll have another round
[02:48.02] At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
[02:50.94] God is in his heaven, Billy's down by the bay, yaw!
[02:54.89]
[03:19.78] Thank you, merci
[03:22.30]
[00:39.82] There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
[00:47.38] There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
[00:54.77] You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
[01:04.80] When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
[01:08.02] And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
[01:11.41] Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
[01:14.53] And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids
[01:17.70] At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
[01:20.96] But the ghosts are rattling at the door and devil's in the chair, yaw!
[01:24.85]
[01:30.43] Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
[01:33.54] They wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
[01:36.86] They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains
[01:40.20] You walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
[01:43.12] At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
[01:46.34] The ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, yaw!
[01:50.03]
[02:03.30] You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
[02:11.14] There was lazy drunken bastards singing "Billy in the Bowl"
[02:18.72] They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
[02:25.87] So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
[02:35.22] Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
[02:38.63] And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
[02:41.72] Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
[02:44.73] But you'll stick your head back out and shout we'll have another round
[02:48.02] At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
[02:50.94] God is in his heaven, Billy's down by the bay, yaw!
[02:54.89]
[03:19.78] Thank you, merci
[03:22.30]