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T: Whiskey on a Sunday
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R:waltz
L:1/8
Z:Alf Warnock - alf0@rogers.com
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w:1.He 
w:2.His 
w:3.I'm 
w:4.Some 
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w:sits on the cor-ner of Ould Beg-gers Bush, A-
w:ti-red ould hands tug a-way on the strings, the 
w:sad to re-late that ould Sad_ Da-vie died 
w:dark stor-my night should your pass-in' that way, and~the  
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w:top of an old pack-ing case,_ He's 
w:pup-pets they dance up and down._ It's~a 
w:in nine-teen hun-dred and four._ His 
w:winds blow-in' up from the sea._ You~can
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w:got three wood-en dolls who can dance and~can sing, And
w:far bet-ter show than you e-ver will see, In
w:three wood-en dolls in the dust-bin are laid, _
w:still hear the voice of ould Sad Da-_vie, As
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w:he sits with~a smile on his face.
w:the fan-ciest thea-tre in town.
w:Their songs will~be heard ne-ver more.
w:he sings to~his danc-in' dolls three 
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w:Come day go day, 
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w:I wish in~my heart it was Sun-day,
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w:Drink-in' But-ter-milk through the week,
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w:Whis-key on a Sun-day. 
W:
W:1.He [C]sits on the [Am]corner of [Dm]Ould Beggers [F]Bush,
W:A-[G]top of an old packing [C]case,
W:He's got [Am]three [Dm]wooden dolls who can [Dm]dance and can [G]sing 
W:And he sits with a smile on his [C]face
W:[Chorus]
W:[Am]Come day [Dm]go day, I [G]wish in my heart it was [C]Sunday,
W:[Am]Drinkin' Buttermilk [Dm]through the week,[G]Whiskey on a [C]Sunday 
W:
W:2.His tired ould hands tug away on the strings,
W:the puppets they dance up and down
W:It's a far better show than you ever will see
W:In the fanciest theatre in town
W:
W:Come day go day, I wish in my heart it was Sunday
W:Drinkin' buttermilk through the week and whiskey on a Sunday
W:
W:His three wooden dolls in the dustbin are laid
W:Their songs will be heard never more
W:
W:Come day go day, I wish in my heart it was Sunday
W:Drinkin' buttermilk through the week and whiskey on a Sunday
W:
W:4.Some dark stormy night should your passin' that way 
W:and the winds blowin' up from the sea 
W:you can still hear the voice of ould Sad Davie
W:As he sings to his dancin' dolls three 
W:
W:Come day go day, I wish in my heart it was Sunday
W:Drinkin' buttermilk through the week and whiskey on a Sunday
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