Wishing me heart it was Sunday
Astride of an old packing case
And the dolls on the end of
as he groaned with a smile on his face
wishing me heart it was Sunday
Drinking butter and milk all the week,
His tired old hands pulled a wooden beam
And the puppets, danced up and down
A far better show than you ever did see
In the fanciest theatre in town
Wishing the hired people Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
But in 1902, old Seth Davy time,
this song it was heard no more
The three dancing dolls in the
and the plank went to mend
wishin' we had it if it Sunday
Drinkin' buttermilk all the week,
if you're passing that way
With the wind blowing up from the sea
You can still hear the sound of old St. Davy
As he crawls to his dancing doll's tree
Wishing me a hearty little Sunday
Drinking butter and milk all the week
Wishing me a hearty little Sunday
Drinkin' buttermilk all the week,
Wishin' we had him some day.
Drinkin' buttermilk all the week,
