McCormack and Richard Tauber are sitting by the bed
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There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
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There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
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Gimme one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
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When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
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And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
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Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
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And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was screaming at all the Yids
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At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
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And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in his chair
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And in the Euston Tavern you said it was your show
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But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
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They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
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So you walked back in through the revolving door and did it all again
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At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
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And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in his chair
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Do you remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl?
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There were lazy drunken bastards singing Billy and the bowl
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They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
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So you dropped a button in the pledge and spewed up in the church
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Now you'll sing a song of liberty with blacks and paks and jocks
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And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
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Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
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But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
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At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
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And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in his chair
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