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Mccormack and richard tauber are sitting by the bed
Theres a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
Theres devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
Gimme one more drop of poison and youll 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 brot.el in madrid
And you decked some fuck.ng blackshirt who was screaming at all the yids
At the sick bed of cuchulainn well kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in his chair
And in the euston tavern you said it was your show
But they wouldnt 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 the revolving door and did it all again
At the sick bed of cuchulainn well kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in his chair
Do you remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl?
There were lazy drunken bastards singing billy and the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the pledge and spewed up in the church
Now youll sing a song of liberty with blacks and paks and jocks
And theyll take you from this dump youre in and stick you in a box
Then theyll take you to cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But youll stick your head back out and shout well have another round
At the sick bed of cuchulainn well kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in his chair
Charles Aznavour:
