Traditional Irish – When The Old Dun Cow Caught Fire chords

      Am Some friends and I in a public house
      G                          Am Were playing a game of chance one night
       G      F     E When into the pub a fireman ran
    F               E His face all chalky white.
     Am"What’s up,” says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,
             G             Am Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"
            G       F               E                             "Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!" says he,
      F                E        "The bleedin’ pub’s on fire!"

(Chorus)

     Am  And there was Brown, upside down
 G                                Am Lappin’ up the whiskey from the floor
G                   F       E "Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
    F                        E As they came knockin’ at the door (clap clap)
     AmOh don’t let ‘em in till it’s all drunk up
     G               Am And somebody shouted Maclntyre! MACINTYRE!
       G          F        E And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
         F       E          AmWhen the Old Dun Cow caught fire.


 Am "Fire," says Brown, "What a bit of luck.
G               Am Everybody follow me
         G           F              E We’ll go down to the cellar, if the fire’s not there
           F                E Then we’ll have a grand old spree."
     AmSo we went on down after good old Brown
        G              Am For booze we could not miss
       G           F          E And we hadn’t been there five minutes before
F                 EWe were all quite pissed.


(Repeat Chorus)
      Am Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub
    G                        Am And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)
     G      F             E He started takin’ off his pantaloons
     F                 E Likewise his shoes and socks
     Am"Hold on, "says Brown, "that ain’t allowed
   G                Am Ye canna do that in here
         G       F               E Don’t go washin’ trotters in the port wine tub
        F                 EWhen we got some low carb beer.


(Repeat Chorus)


     Am And then there came to the old back door
    G                  Am The Vicar of our local church
         G      F        E And when he had seen our drunken ways
     F                 E He began to scream and curse
     Am"You drunken sods, you heathen clods
       G                  Am You’ve taken to a drunken spree!
        G        F        E And you drank up all that Benedictine Brandy
        F                      EAnd you didn’t save a drop for me!"


(Repeat Chorus)


    AmAnd then there came a mighty crash
  G                       Am Half the bloody roof gave way 
        G      F              E We were almost drowned in the firemen’s hose
    F             E But we were gonna stay
      AmSo we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
       G                  Am And we nailed ourselves inside
       G         F            E And we sat there drinkin’ the finest rum
      F             E‘Till we was bleary-eyed


(Repeat Chorus)

 Am Later that night when the fire was out
   G                       Am We came up from the cellar below
     G       F          E 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        E "We’ve gotta get down to Murphy’s pub
   F             EIt closes on the hour!"


(Repeat Chorus)