He[C] sits on the[Am] corner of[Dm] Beggers[F] Bush,the[G] stride of an old packing[C] case,
And the[Am] dolls at the end of the[Dm] plank were [F]dancing,as he[G] crooned wit a smile on his[C] face.
[Chorus]
[Am]Come day[Dm] go day,[G]wishing me heart it was [C]Sunday,
[Am]Drinking Buttermilk[Dm] all the week,[G]Whiskey on a[C] Sunday
[2]
His tired old hands from the wodde beam,
And the puppets they danced up and down,
A far better show than you ever will see,
In the fanciest theater in tow.
[3]
In nineteen O two old Seth Davy died,
And his song was heard no more,
The three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown,
And the plank went to mend the back door.
[4]
On some stormy night when your passing that way,
With the wind blowing up from the sea,
You can still hear the sound of old Seth Davy,
As he croons to his dancing dolls three.
Here is a simplified version of the chords
He[D] sits on the corner of[Em] Beggers[G] Bush
A[A] stride of an old packing[D] case
And the[D] dolls at the end of the[Em] plank were [G]dancing
As he[A] crooned with a smile on his[D] face
La,la la,la[D] come day[Em] go day
[A]Wishing me heart it was[D] Sunday
[D]Drinking buttermilk[Em] all the week
[A]Whiskey on a[D] Sunday
