Sickbed of Cuchulainn ukulele

Sickbed of Cuchulainn

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Mc(C)Cormack and Richard (Dm) Tauber   
  
Are (C) singing by the (Dm) bed.   
  
There's a (C) glass of punch be(Dm)low your feet   
  
And an (F) angel at your (C) head.   
  
There's (C) devils on each (Dm) side of you   
  
With (C) bottles in their (Dm) hands.   
  
You need (C) one more drop of (Dm) poison   
  
And you'll (Am) dream of foreign (Am) lands.   
 
 
  
When you (F) pissed yourself in (Bb) Frankfurt   
  
And got (C) syph down in Co(F)logne   
  
And you (F) heard the rattling (Bb) death trains   
  
As you (C) lay there all a(F)lone,   
  
Frank (F) Ryan brought you (C) whiskey   
  
In a (Bb) brothel in Ma(C)drid   
  
And you (Bb) decked some fucking (Bb) blackshirt   
  
Who was (C) cursing all the (C) Yids.   
  
At the (F) sick bed of Cu(F)chulainn   
  
We'll (Bb) kneel and say a (F) prayer   
  
And the (Bb) ghosts are rattling (F) at the door   
  
And the (C) devil's in the (F) chair.   
 
 
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And (F) in the Euston (Bb) Tavern   
  
You (C) screamed it was your (F) shout   
  
But they (F) wouldn't give you (Bb) service   
  
So you (C) kicked the windows (F) out.   
  
They (F) took you out in(C)to the street   
  
And (Bb) kicked you in the (C) brains,   
  
So you (Bb) walked back in through a (Bb) bolted door   
  
And (C) did it all a(C)gain.   
  
At the (F) sick bed of Cu(F)chulainn   
  
We'll (Bb) kneel and say a (F) prayer   
  
And the (Bb) ghosts are rattling (F) at the door   
  
And the (C) devil's in the (F) chair.   
 
 
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You re(C)member that foul (Dm) evening   
  
When you (C) heard the banshees (Dm) howl,   
  
There was (C) lazy drunken (Dm) bastards   
  
Singing (F) 'Billy is in the (C) bowl.'   
  
They (C) took you up to (Dm) midnight mass   
  
And (C) left you in the (Dm) lurch   
  
So you (C) dropped a button (Dm) in the plate   
  
And (Am) spewed up in the (Am) church.   
 
 
  
Now you'll (F) sing a song of (Bb) liberty   
  
For (C) blacks and paks and (F) jocks   
  
And they'll (F) take you from this (Bb) dump you're in   
  
And (C) stick you in a (F) box.   
  
Then they'll (F) take you to Clough(C)prior   
  
And (Bb) shove you in the (C) ground   
  
But you'll (Bb) stick your head back (Bb) out and shout,   
  
"We'll (C) have another (C) round."   
  
At the (F) graveside of Cu(F)chulainn   
  
We'll (Bb) kneel around and (F) pray   
  
And (Bb) God is in His (F) heaven,   
  
And (C) Billy's down by the (F) bay.   
 
 
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