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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 brought you whiskey in a brothel in
Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was
cursing 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 the chair
And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your
shout
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 a bolted 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 the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the
banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is
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
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the
bay
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