McCormack and Richard Tauber,
Are singin' 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 hand
You'll 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 rattlin' death trains,
As you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey,
In a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fuckin' blackshirt,
That was cursing all the yids
Chorus:
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn,
We'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattlin' at the door,
And the Devil's in the chair, Wheew
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
Kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door
And did it all again
Chorus:
At the sick bed of Cúchulainn
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 in the Bowl"
They took you up to midnight mass
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"
Chorus:
At the graveside of Cúchulainn
We'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven
And Billy's down by the bay