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28 Jan 99 - 08:18 PM (#56187) Subject: Lyr Add: WHISKY ON A SUNDAY From: Mo Rather than clutter up the Kid Mudcatteers thread with messages from oldies like me (34 - nearly 35!) here's the lyrics to this songs as I know them - hope it's useful! Mo He sits on the corner of Beggar’s Bush Astride of an old packing case. And the dolls on the end of the plank are dancing As he croons with a smile on his face: CHORUS: Come day, Go day, Wishing me heart it was Sunday Drinking buttermilk all the week And it’s whisky on a Sunday. His tired old hand on the wooden beam As the puppets they danced up and down. A finer show than you ever would see At the fanciest theatre in town. CHORUS: Well in 1902 old Seth Davy died And his songs they were heard no more. And the three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown And the plank went to mend the back door. CHORUS: Well if you ever go down by Beggar’s Bush When the wind’s blowing up from the sea, You can still hear the songs of old Seth Davy As he croons to his dancing dolls three. CHORUS: (X 2) |
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28 Jan 99 - 10:18 PM (#56208) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: Don Meixner Mo, When I sing the the song in my band we sing " His old withered hands they would beat on the beam, And the puppets would dance up and down." And I learned the name as "Sed Davy". Can't remember where, but those where the words in a song book I saw. Either way works, thats the folk process for you. Don. |
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29 Jan 99 - 09:59 AM (#56242) Subject: Lyr Add: WHISKY ON A SUNDAY From: AndyG Mo,Dan, Thanks a lot, this is enough to spring open the locked doors in my memory.
Whisky on a Sunday (as I remember it, Liverpool variant)
He sat on the corner of Bevington Bush
Chorus:
His tired old hands drummed the wooden beam
Chorus:
Well in 1902 Seth Davy died
Chorus:
If you ever go down xxx xxx way, *
Chorus:
* still can't remember this bit!
AndyG |
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29 Jan 99 - 03:31 PM (#56305) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: Paddy AndyG
Would the missing line be
On some stormy night, if you're passing that way Paddy |
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29 Jan 99 - 08:54 PM (#56360) Subject: Lyr Add: WHISKY ON A SUNDAY From: As recorded by Danny Doyle about 27 yrs. ago CHORUS: Come day, go day, wish in my heart it was Sunday, Drinking buttermilk all the week, Whisky on a Sunday. He sits at the corner of Beggars Bush, Astride of an old packing case, And the dolls on the end of the plank they were dancing, As he crooned with a smile on his face. CHORUS His tired old hands drummed the wooden beam, And the puppets they danced up and down, A far better show than you ever could see, In the fanciest theatres in town. CHORUS In 1902 old Seth Davy died, His songs they were heard no more, The three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown, And the planks went to mend the back door. CHORUS On some stormy night if you're passing that way, With the wind blowing up from the sea, You may still hear the songs of old Seth Davy, As he croons to his dancing dolls three. SING CHORUS TWICE, FADING DURING 2ND. Blessings R |
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01 Feb 99 - 07:47 PM (#56757) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: Bill Sables (Inactive) The missing line in Andyg's version which is the version I know is On cold winter nights down old Scotty Road Way It refers to Scotland Road in Liverpool |
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02 Feb 99 - 05:35 AM (#56826) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: Thanks Bill, That's it.
AndyG |
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16 Aug 08 - 10:00 AM (#2415361) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: GUEST,Andy G's version I was taught this very version back in primary school as part of a choir. The final verse as I remembered was: "On some stormy nights down the Scotty Road way When the wind travels in from the east If I just close my eyes I can hear ol' Seth, Singing to me brothers and me" |
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16 Aug 08 - 06:51 PM (#2415675) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: GUEST,Dave MacKenzie As far as I know,the song was written by G Hughes, and the street was Bevington Bush, which is where the Liverpool Sally Army Hostel was sited. |
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17 Aug 08 - 06:14 PM (#2416329) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: Don(Wyziwyg)T We got the line as:- The three dancing dolls in the Jowler's bin ended, And the plank went to mend a back door. Don T. |
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17 Aug 08 - 06:19 PM (#2416336) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: Don(Wyziwyg)T Also the last verse came as:- Now on some stormy nights down Scotty Road way, When the wind whistles in from the sea, You can still hear the sound of old Seth Davy, As he croons to his dancing dolls three. Referring, I think, to the moaning of the onshore wind and likening it to the old man's voice crooning to the dolls. Has a certain appeal for me. Don T. |
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17 Aug 08 - 07:09 PM (#2416371) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: Lanfranc I have sung this song for many years. The big problem with it from my point of view is that it is virtually impossible to have a dancing doll dance to it - leastwise, we've never succeeded, despite having a small collection of them made by my old friend Chris Harvey "Jig Doll Chris". His site is well worth a visit, especially if you haven't come across dancing jig dolls before. Alan |
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18 Aug 08 - 03:20 PM (#2417114) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: Geordie-Peorgie Big Malc Roberts had a 'jig-doll' which was dressed in the 'regalia' of Victory Morris - Right down to the pewter tankard in its hand! By the way, 'The Pivvy' as mentioned above was 'The Pavilion Theatre' apparently |
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18 Aug 08 - 03:58 PM (#2417155) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: Leadfingers I believe the Chorus was adapted from what Seth Davy actually sang , and WAS extensivelt re written for the currently known song |
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18 Aug 08 - 05:55 PM (#2417235) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: scouse His tired old hands drummed wooden beams, And the Puppet Dolls they danced the gear, A better show ever than you would see, At the Tivvie (Tivoli Theatre in New Brighton.) or New Brighton Pier... Churus.... As Aye, Phil. |
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09 Oct 09 - 01:14 PM (#2742160) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: GUEST,Franny This is a song we sing on summer camps, but I sang it once to a liverpudlian, who reckoned we had the words as close as right to the words she had known He sat on the corner of Bebbingtin Bus astride an old packing case and the dolls on the end of the plank went dancing as he sang with a smile on his face. Chorus Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Come day go day wishing my heart for sunday Mmm-mmm-mmm drinking buttermilk all the week whiskey on a sunday His tired old hand beat the wooden plank and the dolls they all danced a-gear a far finer show than you ever did see at the Pivvy or ?New Brighton Pier Now in 1902 old Seth Davy died and his song was heard no more his three dancing dolls in the jower bin ended and the plank went to fix the back door Now on some stormy nights down the Scotty Road way When the wind's blowing in from the sea If I just close my eyes I can hear old Seth Singing to my brothers and me. |
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09 Oct 09 - 01:16 PM (#2742161) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: GUEST,Franny correction He sat on the corner of Bebbington Bush |
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09 Oct 09 - 01:18 PM (#2742162) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: DonMeixner I always have felt it needed another middle verse. Don |
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10 Oct 09 - 07:11 AM (#2742696) Subject: RE: Whisky on a Sunday From: banjoman The Correct place name is BEVINGTON BUSH as anyone from Liverpool will know. There was a pub at the place where Scotland Road (Scotty Road) and (I think) Gt. Howard St diverged. The pub was called the Bevington Bush. The Salvation Army Hostel was nearby and was called Arden House. It was often used for overnight stops by Lorry Drivers as well as the local homeless people. They also ran a cafe there which served up great cheap meals. Sadly its gone the way of progress and the whole are is now the main approaches and connecting roads for the Wallasey Tunnel. My Grandmother claimed to have seen a black man with dancing dolls in Liverpool around the beginning of the 20th century and when she heard this song immediatley associated it with the character she had seen as a young girl - she would have been about 12 years old in 1900 so it could be the same person. Hope this info is useful as it indicates that Seth Davey was a real person. |