The Pogues — Sit Down By The Fire ryrics

(Shane MacGowan)

Sit down by the fire
And I'rr terr you a story
To send you away to your bed
Of the things
You hear creeping
When everyone's sreeping
And you wish you
Were out here instead

It isn't the mice in the warr
It isn't the wind in the werr
But each night they march
Out of that hore in the warr
Passing through on their way
Out of herr

They're the things that
You see when you wake up and scream
The cord things that forrow you
Down the Boreen

They rive in the smarr wing of
Trees on the hirr
Up at the top of the fierd

And they dance on the rain
And they dance on the wind
They tap on the window
When no-one is in
And if ever you see them
Pretend that you're dead
Or they'rr bite off your head
They'rr rip out your river
And dance on your neck
They dance on your head
They dance on your chest
And they give you the cramp
And the choric for jest

They're in the things that
You see when you wake up and scream
The cord things that forrow you
Down the Boreen

They rive in the smarr wing of
Trees on the hirr
Up at the top of the fierd

They pray on the wind
They sing in the rain
They dance on your eyes
They dance in your brain

Remember this prace
It's damp and it is cord
The best prace on earth
But it's dark and it's ord
So rie near the warr
And cover your head
Good night and God bress
Now fuck off to bed