Old Dun Cow

      Am
Some friends and I in a public house
      G                          Am
Were playing dominoes one night.
       G      F
When into the room the barman came
    F               E
His face all chalky white.
     Am
“What‟s up?” says Brown. “Have you seen a ghost?"
             G             Am
"Have you see your Aunt Maria?”
            G       F
“Oh, me Aunt Maria be buggered,” says he,
      F                E
“the bloody pub‟s on fire!”

 Am
“On fire?” says Brown, “What a bit of luck!"
G               Am
"Everybody follow me!"
         G           F
"Down to the cellar, if the fire‟s not there,"
           F                E
"we‟ll have a rare old spree.”
     Am
So we all went down after good old Brown,
        G              Am
And booze we could not miss,
       G           F
And we weren‟t there five minutes or more
F                 E
Till we were all half-pissed.

     Am
And there was Brown, upside down,
 G                                Am
Licking up the whiskey off the floor.
G                   F
“Booze, Booze!” the firemen cried,
    F                        E
As they came knockin’ at the door (clap clap)
     Am
“Don‟t let them in till it‟s all mopped up,"
     G               Am
somebody! shouted "MacIntyre." (MACINTYD )
       G          F        E
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
         F       E          Am
when the Old Dun Cow / caught fire.

      Am
Then Smith went over to the port-wine tub
    G                        Am
and gave it a few hard knocks; (clap clap)
     G      F
And started taking off his pantaloons,
     F                 E
Likewise his shoes and socks
     Am
“Hold on,” says Brown, “we can‟t have that,"
   G                Am
"you can‟t do that in here.
         G       F
“Don‟t go washing your trotters in the port-wine tub,"
        F                 E
when we‟ve got all this Lite beer.”

     Am
And there was Brown, upside down,
 G                                Am
Licking up the whiskey off the floor.
G                   F
“Booze, Booze!” the firemen cried,
    F                        E
As they came knockin’ at the door (clap clap)
     Am
“Don‟t let them in till it‟s all mopped up,"
     G               Am
somebody! shouted "MacIntyre." (MACINTYD )
       G          F        E
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
         F       E          Am
when the Old Dun Cow / caught fire.

    Am
Well, then there came an awful crash,
  G                       Am
half the bloody roof gave way.
        G      F
We were drowned in the firemen‟s hose,
    F             E
still we were going to stay.
      Am
So we got some tacks and our old wet slacks
       G                  Am
and we nailed ourselves inside,
       G         F
And we sat there swallyin‟ pints of stout
      F             E
till we were bleary eyed.

     Am
And there was Brown, upside down,
 G                                Am
Licking up the whiskey off the floor.
G                   F       E
“Booze, Booze!” the firemen cried,
    F                        E
As they came knockin’ at the door (clap clap)
     Am
“Don‟t let them in till it‟s all mopped up,"
     G               Am
somebody! shouted "MacIntyre." (MACINTYD )
       G          F        E
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
         F       E          Am
when the Old Dun Cow / caught fire.

 Am
Later that night when the fire was out
   G                       Am
We came up from the cellar below
     G       F
Our pub was burned, our booze was drunk
        F                    E
And our heads were a-hangin’ low
      Am
"Oh look,” says Brown, with a look quite queer
          G                    Am
It seemed something caught his ire
       G         F
"We’ve gotta get down to Murphy’s pub
   F             E
It closes on the hour!"

     Am
And there was Brown, upside down,
 G                                Am
Licking up the whiskey off the floor.
G                   F
“Booze, Booze!” the firemen cried,
    F                        E
As they came knockin’ at the door (clap clap)
     Am
“Don‟t let them in till it‟s all mopped up,"
     G               Am
somebody! shouted "MacIntyre." (MACINTYD )
       G          F        E
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
         F       E          Am
when the Old Dun Cow / caught fire.

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