THE SICK BED OF CUCHULAINN | Şarkı Sözleri ve Çevirisi (tıklatınca)

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McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed

There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head

There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands

You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne

And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone

Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid

And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer

And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

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