(intro) C Dm C Dm C Dm F C

  C                   Dm
Mc Cormack and Richard Tauber
   C              Dm
Are singing by the bed.
         C                 Dm
There's a glass of punch below your feet
      F             C
And an angel at your head.

There's (C) devils on each (Dm) side of you

With (C) bottles in their (Dm) hands.
        C                Dm
You need one more drop of poison
Am
And you'll dream of foreign lands.

        F                  Bb
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt
       C               F
And got syph down in Cologne
       F                  Bb
And you heard the rattling death trains
      C               F
As you lay there all alone,
     F                C
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey
    Bb            C
In a brothel in Madrid
Bb
And you decked some fucking blackshirt
C
Who was cursing all the Yids.
F
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn
     Bb              F
We'll kneel and say a prayer
       Bb                  F
And the ghosts are rattling at the door
       C              F
And the devil's in the chair.

( F F Bb F )

   F             Bb
And in the Euston Tavern
   C                    F
You screamed it was your shout
        F                 Bb
But they wouldn't give you service
      C                  F
So you kicked the windows out.
    F               C
They took you out into the street
   Bb                C
And kicked you in the brains,
Bb
So you walked back in through a bolted door
C
And did it all again.
F
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn
     Bb              F
We'll kneel and say a prayer
       Bb                  F
And the ghosts are rattling at the door
       C              F
And the devil's in the chair.

( F Bb C )

      C                Dm
You're member that foul evening
        C                  Dm
When you heard the banshees howl,
         C            Dm
There was lazy drunken bastards
        F               C
Singing 'Billy is in the bowl.'
    C              Dm
They took you up to midnight mass
   C               Dm
And left you in the lurch
      C                Dm
So you dropped a button in the plate
Am
And spewed up in the church.

           F              Bb
Now you'll sing a song of liberty
    C                  F
For blacks and paks and jocks
           F                  Bb
And they'll take you from this dump you're in
    C              F
And stick you in a box.
            F                  C
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior
    Bb                C
And shove you in the ground
Bb
But you'll stick your head back out and shout,
C
"We'll have another round."
F
At the graveside of Cuchulainn
      Bb              F
We'll kneel around and pray
    Bb            F
And God is in His heaven,
   C                    F
And Billy's down by the bay.

( F Bb C )