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.

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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