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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pogues
Performer
Shane MacGowan
Vocals
James Fearnley
Accordion
Jem Finer
Banjo
Darryl Hunt
Bass Guitar
Terry Woods
Cittern
Andrew Ranken
Drums
Philip Chevron
Guitar
Spider Stacy
Tin Whistle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane MacGowan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Dickie
Engineer
Dave Jordan
Engineer
Nick Lacey
Engineer
Paul Scully
Engineer
Roy Spong
Engineer
Steve Lillywhite
Producer
Lyrics
Sit down by the fire, I'll tell you a story
To send you away to your bed
And of the things you hear creeping when everyone's sleeping
And you wish you were out here instead
It isn't the mice in the wall
It isn't the wind in the well
Every night they march out of that hole in the wall
On their way out of hell
They're the things that you see when you wake up and scream
The cold things that follow you down the Boreen
They live in the small ring of trees on the hill, up at the top of the field
And they dance on the rain and they dance on the wind
They tap on the window when no one is in
If ever you see them pretend that you're dead or they'll bite off your head
They'll rip out your liver and dance on your neck
They dance on your head, they dance on your chest
They give you the cramp and the cholic for jest
They're the things that you see when you wake up and scream
The cold things that follow you down the Boreen
They live in the small ring of trees on the hill, up at the top of the field
They play on the wind, they sing on the rain
They dance on your eyes, they dance in your brain
Remember this place, it is damp and it's cold
The best place on Earth, but it's dark and it's old
Lie next to the wall and cover your head
Good night and God bless, now fuck off to bed
Writer(s): Shane Patrick Lysaght Mac-gowan
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