Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch be low your feet
and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you
with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and
you'll 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
And you decked some fucking
blackshirt who was cursing all the yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn
we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and
And in the Euston tavern you
screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't 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 a bolted
door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's
You remember that foul evening when
you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards
singing billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass
an d left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate
and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for
blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're
in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove
But you'll stick your head back out
and shout "We'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn
we'll kneel around and pray
And god is in his heaven,
