Traditional Irish - When the old dun cow caught fire

Some f^Amriends and I in a public house Were p^Glaying a game of chance one^Am night When in^Gto the ^Fpub a ^Efireman ran His ^Fface all chalky ^Ewhite. "^Am;What’s up,” says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost, Or have you s^Geen your Aunt ^AmMariah?" "Me Aun^Gt Mariah^F be buggered!&qu^Eot; says he, "^FThe bleedin’ pu^Eb’s on fire!"

And t^Amhere was Brown, upside down L^Gappin’ up the whiskey from the ^Amfloor ^G"Booze, booze!&^Fquot; Th^Ee firemen cried As t^Fhey came knockin’ at th^Ee door (clap clap) Oh do^Amn’t let ‘em in till it’s all drunk up And s^Gomebody shouted ^AmMaclntyre! MACINTYRE! And we ^Gall got blu^Fe-blind p^Earalytic drunk When the ^FOld Dun ^ECow caught ^Amfire.

&^Amquot;Fire," says Brown, "What a bit of luck. ^GEverybody follow^Am me We’ll g^Go down to th^Fe cellar, if th^Ee fire’s not there Then we’l^Fl have a grand ol^Ed spree." So we^Am went on down after good old Brown For booz^Ge we could not ^Ammiss And we ^Ghadn’t bee^Fn there fiv^Ee minutes before ^FWe were all quite ^Epissed.

Then, ^AmSmith walked over to the port wine tub And ^Ggave it just a few hard k^Amnocks (clap clap) He st^Garted t^Fakin’ off hi^Es pantaloons Likew^Fise his shoes and ^Esocks "^Am;Hold on, "says Brown, "that ain’t allowed Ye ^Gcanna do that in ^Amhere Don’t g^Go washin^F’ trotters in ^Ethe port wine tub When we ^Fgot some low carb ^Ebeer.

And t^Amhen there came to the old back door The ^GVicar of our local ^Amchurch And when ^Ghe had ^Fseen our ^Edrunken ways He be^Fgan to scream and ^Ecurse "^Am;You drunken sods, you heathen clods You’v^Ge taken to a drunke^Amn spree! And you ^Gdrank up ^Fall that ^EBenedictine Brandy And you ^Fdidn’t save a drop fo^Er me!"

And ^Amthen there came a mighty crash Ha^Glf the bloody roof gave ^Amway We were ^Galmost ^Fdrowned in the ^Efiremen’s hose But ^Fwe were gonna ^Estay So we ^Amgot some tacks and some old wet sacks And we ^Gnailed ourselves in^Amside And we ^Gsat there ^Fdrinkin’ th^Ee finest rum ‘Til^Fl we was blear^Ey-eyed

L^Amater that night when the fire was out We ^Gcame up from the cellar ^Ambelow Our p^Gub was b^Furned, our ^Ebooze was drunk And our ^Fheads were a-hangin??^E? low "^AmOh look,” says Brown, with a look quite queer It seemed ^Gsomething caught his ^Amire "W^Ge’ve got^Fta get do^Ewn to Murphy’s pub It ^Fcloses on the ^Ehour!"