The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn Lyrics And Chords
Written by Shane MacGowan and recorded by The Pogues [ lyrics and chords ]
Mc[C]Cormack and Richard [Dm] Tauber
Are [C] singing by the [Dm] bed.
There's a [C] glass of punch be[Dm]low your feet
And an [F] angel at your [C] head.
There's [C] devils on each [Dm] side of you
With [C] bottles in their [Dm] hands.
You need [C] one more drop of [Dm] poison
And you'll [Am] dream of foreign [Am] lands.
When you [F] pissed yourself in [Bb] Frankfurt
And got [C] syph down in Co[F]logne
And you [F] heard the rattling [Bb] death trains
As you [C] lay there all a[F]lone,
Frank [F] Ryan brought you [C] whiskey
In a [Bb] brothel in Ma[C]drid
And you [Bb] decked some fucking [Bb] blackshirt
Who was [C] cursing all the [C] Yids.
At the [F] sick bed of Cu[F]chulainn
We'll [Bb] kneel and say a [F] prayer
And the [Bb] ghosts are rattling [F] at the door
And the [C] devil's in the [F] chair.
And [F] in the Euston [Bb] Tavern
You [C] screamed it was your [F] shout
But they [F] wouldn't give you [Bb] service
So you [C] kicked the windows [F] out.
They [F] took you out in[C]to the street
And [Bb] kicked you in the [C] brains,
So you [Bb] walked back in through a [Bb] bolted door
And [C] did it all a[C]gain.
At the [F] sick bed of Cu[F]chulainn
We'll [Bb] kneel and say a [F] prayer
And the [Bb] ghosts are rattling [F] at the door
And the [C] devil's in than[F] chair
You re[C]member that foul [Dm] evening
When you [C] heard the banshees [Dm] howl,
There was [C] lazy drunken [Dm] bastards
Singing [F] 'Billy is in the [C] bowl.'
They [C] took you up to [Dm] midnight mass
And [C] left you in the [Dm] lurch
So you [C] dropped a button [Dm] in the plate
And [Am] spewed up in the [Am] church.
Now you'll [F] sing a song of [Bb] liberty
For [C] blacks and paks and [F] jocks
And they'll [F] take you from this [Bb] dump you're in
And [C] stick you in a [F] box.
Then they'll [F] take you to Clough[C]prior
And [Bb] shove you in the [C] ground
But you'll [Bb] stick your head back [Bb] out and shout,
"We'll [C] have another [C] round."
At the [F] graveside of Cu[F]chulainn
We'll [Bb] kneel around and [F] pray
And [Bb] God is in His [F] heaven,
And [C] Billy's down by the [F] bay.
Mc[C]Cormack and Richard [Dm] Tauber
Are [C] singing by the [Dm] bed.
There's a [C] glass of punch be[Dm]low your feet
And an [F] angel at your [C] head.
There's [C] devils on each [Dm] side of you
With [C] bottles in their [Dm] hands.
You need [C] one more drop of [Dm] poison
And you'll [Am] dream of foreign [Am] lands.
When you [F] pissed yourself in [Bb] Frankfurt
And got [C] syph down in Co[F]logne
And you [F] heard the rattling [Bb] death trains
As you [C] lay there all a[F]lone,
Frank [F] Ryan brought you [C] whiskey
In a [Bb] brothel in Ma[C]drid
And you [Bb] decked some fucking [Bb] blackshirt
Who was [C] cursing all the [C] Yids.
At the [F] sick bed of Cu[F]chulainn
We'll [Bb] kneel and say a [F] prayer
And the [Bb] ghosts are rattling [F] at the door
And the [C] devil's in the [F] chair.
And [F] in the Euston [Bb] Tavern
You [C] screamed it was your [F] shout
But they [F] wouldn't give you [Bb] service
So you [C] kicked the windows [F] out.
They [F] took you out in[C]to the street
And [Bb] kicked you in the [C] brains,
So you [Bb] walked back in through a [Bb] bolted door
And [C] did it all a[C]gain.
At the [F] sick bed of Cu[F]chulainn
We'll [Bb] kneel and say a [F] prayer
And the [Bb] ghosts are rattling [F] at the door
And the [C] devil's in than[F] chair
You re[C]member that foul [Dm] evening
When you [C] heard the banshees [Dm] howl,
There was [C] lazy drunken [Dm] bastards
Singing [F] 'Billy is in the [C] bowl.'
They [C] took you up to [Dm] midnight mass
And [C] left you in the [Dm] lurch
So you [C] dropped a button [Dm] in the plate
And [Am] spewed up in the [Am] church.
Now you'll [F] sing a song of [Bb] liberty
For [C] blacks and paks and [F] jocks
And they'll [F] take you from this [Bb] dump you're in
And [C] stick you in a [F] box.
Then they'll [F] take you to Clough[C]prior
And [Bb] shove you in the [C] ground
But you'll [Bb] stick your head back [Bb] out and shout,
"We'll [C] have another [C] round."
At the [F] graveside of Cu[F]chulainn
We'll [Bb] kneel around and [F] pray
And [Bb] God is in His [F] heaven,
And [C] Billy's down by the [F] bay.
James Fearnley Accordion Player The Pogues
Guitar chords in D Major
Mc[A]Cormack and Richard [Bm] Tauber
Are [A] singing by the [Bm] bed.
There's a [A] glass of punch be[Bm]low your feet
And an [D] angel at your [A] head.
There's [A] devils on each [Bm] side of you
With [A] bottles in their [Bm] hands.
You need [A] one more drop of [Bm] poison
And you'll [F#m] dream of foreign [F#m] lands.
When you [D] pissed yourself in [G] Frankfurt
And got [A] syph down in Co[D]logne
And you [D] heard the rattling [G] death trains
As you [A] lay there all a[D]lone,
Frank [D] Ryan brought you [A] whiskey
In a [G] brothel in Ma[A]drid
And you [G] decked some fucking [G] blackshirt
Who was [A] cursing all the [A] Yids.
At the [D] sick bed of Cu[D]chulainn
We'll [G] kneel and say a [D] prayer
And the [G] ghosts are rattling [D] at the door
And the [A] devil's in the [D] chair.
And [D] in the Euston [G] Tavern
You [A] screamed it was your [D] shout
But they [D] wouldn't give you [G] service
So you [A] kicked the windows [D] out.
They [D] took you out in[A]to the street
And [G] kicked you in the [A] brains,
So you [G] walked back in through a [G] bolted door
And [A] did it all a[A]gain.
At the [D] sick bed of Cu[D]chulainn
We'll [G] kneel and say a [D] prayer
And the [G] ghosts are rattling [D] at the door
And the [A] devil's in than[D] chair
You re[A]member that foul [Bm] evening
When you [A] heard the banshees [Bm] howl,
There was [A] lazy drunken [Bm] bastards
Singing [D] 'Billy is in the [A] bowl.'
They [A] took you up to [Bm] midnight mass
And [A] left you in the [Bm] lurch
So you [A] dropped a button [Bm] in the plate
And [F#m] spewed up in the [F#m] church.
Now you'll [D] sing a song of [G] liberty
For [A] blacks and paks and [D] jocks
And they'll [D] take you from this [G] dump you're in
And [A] stick you in a [D] box.
Then they'll [D] take you to Clough[A]prior
And [G] shove you in the [A] ground
But you'll [G] stick your head back [G] out and shout,
"We'll [A] have another [A] round."
At the [D] graveside of Cu[D]chulainn
We'll [G] kneel around and [D] pray
And [G] God is in His [D] heaven,
And [A] Billy's down by the [D] bay.
Mc[A]Cormack and Richard [Bm] Tauber
Are [A] singing by the [Bm] bed.
There's a [A] glass of punch be[Bm]low your feet
And an [D] angel at your [A] head.
There's [A] devils on each [Bm] side of you
With [A] bottles in their [Bm] hands.
You need [A] one more drop of [Bm] poison
And you'll [F#m] dream of foreign [F#m] lands.
When you [D] pissed yourself in [G] Frankfurt
And got [A] syph down in Co[D]logne
And you [D] heard the rattling [G] death trains
As you [A] lay there all a[D]lone,
Frank [D] Ryan brought you [A] whiskey
In a [G] brothel in Ma[A]drid
And you [G] decked some fucking [G] blackshirt
Who was [A] cursing all the [A] Yids.
At the [D] sick bed of Cu[D]chulainn
We'll [G] kneel and say a [D] prayer
And the [G] ghosts are rattling [D] at the door
And the [A] devil's in the [D] chair.
And [D] in the Euston [G] Tavern
You [A] screamed it was your [D] shout
But they [D] wouldn't give you [G] service
So you [A] kicked the windows [D] out.
They [D] took you out in[A]to the street
And [G] kicked you in the [A] brains,
So you [G] walked back in through a [G] bolted door
And [A] did it all a[A]gain.
At the [D] sick bed of Cu[D]chulainn
We'll [G] kneel and say a [D] prayer
And the [G] ghosts are rattling [D] at the door
And the [A] devil's in than[D] chair
You re[A]member that foul [Bm] evening
When you [A] heard the banshees [Bm] howl,
There was [A] lazy drunken [Bm] bastards
Singing [D] 'Billy is in the [A] bowl.'
They [A] took you up to [Bm] midnight mass
And [A] left you in the [Bm] lurch
So you [A] dropped a button [Bm] in the plate
And [F#m] spewed up in the [F#m] church.
Now you'll [D] sing a song of [G] liberty
For [A] blacks and paks and [D] jocks
And they'll [D] take you from this [G] dump you're in
And [A] stick you in a [D] box.
Then they'll [D] take you to Clough[A]prior
And [G] shove you in the [A] ground
But you'll [G] stick your head back [G] out and shout,
"We'll [A] have another [A] round."
At the [D] graveside of Cu[D]chulainn
We'll [G] kneel around and [D] pray
And [G] God is in His [D] heaven,
And [A] Billy's down by the [D] bay.
Alternative chords in the key of G
Mc[D]Cormack and Richard [Em] Tauber
Are [D] singing by the [Em] bed.
There's a [D] glass of punch be[Em]low your feet
And an [G] angel at your [D] head.
There's [D] devils on each [Em] side of you
With [D] bottles in their [Em] hands.
You need [D] one more drop of [Em] poison
And you'll [Bm] dream of foreign [Bm] lands.
When you [G] pissed yourself in [C] Frankfurt
And got [D] syph down in Co[G]logne
And you [G] heard the rattling [C] death trains
As you [D] lay there all a[G]lone,
Frank [G] Ryan brought you [D] whiskey
In a [C] brothel in Ma[D]drid
And you [C] decked some fucking [C] blackshirt
Who was [D] cursing all the [D] Yids.
At the [G] sick bed of Cu[G]chulainn
We'll [C] kneel and say a [G] prayer
And the [C] ghosts are rattling [G] at the door
And the [D] devil's in the [G] chair.
And [G] in the Euston [C] Tavern
You [D] screamed it was your [G] shout
But they [G] wouldn't give you [C] service
So you [D] kicked the windows [G] out.
They [G] took you out in[D]to the street
And [C] kicked you in the [D] brains,
So you [C] walked back in through a [C] bolted door
And [D] did it all a[D]gain.
At the [G] sick bed of Cu[G]chulainn
We'll [C] kneel and say a [G] prayer
And the [C] ghosts are rattling [G] at the door
And the [D] devil's in than[G] chair
You re[D]member that foul [Em] evening
When you [D] heard the banshees [Em] howl,
There was [D] lazy drunken [Em] bastards
Singing [G] 'Billy is in the [D] bowl.'
They [D] took you up to [Em] midnight mass
And [D] left you in the [Em] lurch
So you [D] dropped a button [Em] in the plate
And [Bm] spewed up in the [Bm] church.
Now you'll [G] sing a song of [C] liberty
For [D] blacks and paks and [G] jocks
And they'll [G] take you from this [C] dump you're in
And [D] stick you in a [G] box.
Then they'll [G] take you to Clough[D]prior
And [C] shove you in the [D] ground
But you'll [C] stick your head back [C] out and shout,
"We'll [D] have another [D] round."
At the [G] graveside of Cu[G]chulainn
We'll [C] kneel around and [G] pray
And [C] God is in His [G] heaven,
And [D] Billy's down by the [G] bay.
Mc[D]Cormack and Richard [Em] Tauber
Are [D] singing by the [Em] bed.
There's a [D] glass of punch be[Em]low your feet
And an [G] angel at your [D] head.
There's [D] devils on each [Em] side of you
With [D] bottles in their [Em] hands.
You need [D] one more drop of [Em] poison
And you'll [Bm] dream of foreign [Bm] lands.
When you [G] pissed yourself in [C] Frankfurt
And got [D] syph down in Co[G]logne
And you [G] heard the rattling [C] death trains
As you [D] lay there all a[G]lone,
Frank [G] Ryan brought you [D] whiskey
In a [C] brothel in Ma[D]drid
And you [C] decked some fucking [C] blackshirt
Who was [D] cursing all the [D] Yids.
At the [G] sick bed of Cu[G]chulainn
We'll [C] kneel and say a [G] prayer
And the [C] ghosts are rattling [G] at the door
And the [D] devil's in the [G] chair.
And [G] in the Euston [C] Tavern
You [D] screamed it was your [G] shout
But they [G] wouldn't give you [C] service
So you [D] kicked the windows [G] out.
They [G] took you out in[D]to the street
And [C] kicked you in the [D] brains,
So you [C] walked back in through a [C] bolted door
And [D] did it all a[D]gain.
At the [G] sick bed of Cu[G]chulainn
We'll [C] kneel and say a [G] prayer
And the [C] ghosts are rattling [G] at the door
And the [D] devil's in than[G] chair
You re[D]member that foul [Em] evening
When you [D] heard the banshees [Em] howl,
There was [D] lazy drunken [Em] bastards
Singing [G] 'Billy is in the [D] bowl.'
They [D] took you up to [Em] midnight mass
And [D] left you in the [Em] lurch
So you [D] dropped a button [Em] in the plate
And [Bm] spewed up in the [Bm] church.
Now you'll [G] sing a song of [C] liberty
For [D] blacks and paks and [G] jocks
And they'll [G] take you from this [C] dump you're in
And [D] stick you in a [G] box.
Then they'll [G] take you to Clough[D]prior
And [C] shove you in the [D] ground
But you'll [C] stick your head back [C] out and shout,
"We'll [D] have another [D] round."
At the [G] graveside of Cu[G]chulainn
We'll [C] kneel around and [G] pray
And [C] God is in His [G] heaven,
And [D] Billy's down by the [G] bay.
