Текст песни The Sickbed of Cuchulainn (Live At Glasgow Barrowlands) - The 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 Frankfurt 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 you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
But the ghosts are rattling at the door and devil's in the chair
Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn′t give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains
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
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken bastards singing Billy in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you′ll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you′re in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you′ll stick your head back out and shout we'll have another round
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in his heaven and Billy′s down by the bay