Misc Traditional – When The Old Dun Cow Caught Fire (Ukulele)

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Some friends and I in a public house

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Were playing a game of chance one night

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When into the pub a fireman ran

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His face all chalky white.

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"What’s up,” says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,

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Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"

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"Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!" says he,

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"The bleedin’ pub’s on fire!"

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And there was Brown, upside down

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Lappin’ up the whiskey from the floor

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"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried

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As they came knockin’ at the door (clap clap)

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Oh don’t let ‘em in till it’s all drunk up

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And somebody shouted Maclntyre! MACINTYRE!

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And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk

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When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

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"Fire," says Brown, "What a bit of luck.

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Everybody follow me

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We’ll go down to the cellar, if the fire’s not there

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Then we’ll have a grand old spree."

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So we went on down after good old Brown

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For booze we could not miss

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And we hadn’t been there five minutes before

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We were all quite pissed.

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Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub

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And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)

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He started takin’ off his pantaloons

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Likewise his shoes and socks

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"Hold on, "says Brown, "that ain’t allowed

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Ye canna do that in here

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Don’t go washin’ trotters in the port wine tub

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When we got some low carb beer.

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And then there came to the old back door

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The Vicar of our local church

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And when he had seen our drunken ways

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He began to scream and curse

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"You drunken sods, you heathen clods

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You’ve taken to a drunken spree!

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And you drank up all that Benedictine Brandy

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And you didn’t save a drop for me!"

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And then there came a mighty crash

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Half the bloody roof gave way 

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We were almost drowned in the firemen’s hose

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But we were gonna stay

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So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks

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And we nailed ourselves inside

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And we sat there drinkin’ the finest rum

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‘Till we was bleary-eyed

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Later that night when the fire was out

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We came up from the cellar below

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Our pub was burned, our booze was drunk

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And our heads were a-hangin’ low

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"Oh look,” says Brown, with a look quite queer

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It seemed something caught his ire

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"We’ve gotta get down to Murphy’s pub

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It closes on the hour!"