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This song is set in the English city of Liverpool, not in Ireland or elsewhere. Written by Glyn Hughes his own notes state that: "Seth Davy was a real person, a well-known Jamaican street entertainer in Liverpool in the 1890s/1900s and he died a couple of years into the 20th century. There was a street and a pub, both called Bevington Bush just north of Liverpool City Centre, and Seth Davy did do a busking act outside. History tells us that in 1760, half a mile from Marybone (St Patrick's Cross) along Bevington Bush Road was a hamlet named Bevington Bush which had an inn called simply the Bush. This became a favourite haunt for folk to travel out into the country for a bevy (English slang for ‘beer’), to the Bevy Inn, as it became fondly known. With the opening of Scotland Road, the ancient Bevington Bush Road became a minor road amidst the massive slum district that would soon engulf it. As the district was built up it also lost its original name. Irish versions of this song refer to ‘Beggar’s Bush’ or "Bebbington" – they’re not in Liverpool at all, so this song has no historical relevance to Ireland.


Come day, go day
Wish, in my heart, it were Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
But whisky on a Sunday

He sits in the corner of Bevington Bush
Astride an old packing crate
And the three wooden dolls on his plank were dancing
As he croons with a smile on his face

His tired old hands tug away at the strings
And the puppets they dance up and down
A far better show than you ever would see
In the fanciest theatre in town

And sad to relate that old Seth Davy died
In nineteen hundred and four
The three wooden doll in the dustbin were laid
And his song will be heard nevermore

But some stormy night when you’re passing that way
And the wind’s blowing up from the sea
You’ll still hear the song of old Seth Davy
As he croons to his dancing dolls three

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