[00:03]Come day, go day
[00:06]wish in me heart it was Sunday
[00:11]drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday
[00:17]He sat on the corner of ould Beggar's Bush
[00:20]on top o' the ould packing crate
[00:25]He has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
[00:29]and he croons and smile on his face
[00:34]Come day, go day
[00:37]wish in me heart it was Sunday
[00:42]drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday
[00:49]His tired ould hands tug away up the strings
[00:53]and the puppets they dance up and down
[00:57](It's) a far better show than you ever will see
[01:01]in the fanciest theatre in town
[01:06]Come day, go day
[01:09]wish in me heart it was Sunday
[01:13]drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday
[01:21]I'm sad to relate that ould Seth Davy died in 1904
[01:29]the three wooden dolls in the dustbin were laid
[01:32]his songs will be heard never more
[01:37]Come day, go day
[01:40]wish in me heart it was Sunday
[01:45]drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday
[01:52]Some stormy night when you're passin' that way
[01:56]and the winds blowin' up from the sea
[02:00]you can still hear the song of ould Seth Davy
[02:04]as he croons to dancin' dolls three
[02:09]Come day, go day
[02:12]wish in me heart it was Sunday
[02:16]drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday
[02:25]Come day, go day
[02:28]wish in me heart it was Sunday
[02:32]drinkin' buttermilk through the week (and) whiskey on a Sunday