מילים לשיר The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn – Pogues

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 Franfurt and got syph down in Cologne And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in the chair
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in the chair You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
There was lousy drunken bastards singing "Billy in the bowl" Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
And they'll take you from this place you're in and stick you in a box
But you'll stick your head back out and shout we'll have another round
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
And God is in heaven, and Billy's down by the bay
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
(Shane MacGowan.