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Traditional Irish – When The Old Dun Cow Caught Fire chords
Am Some friends and I in a public houseG Am Were playing a game of chance one nightG F E When into the pub a fireman ranF E His face all chalky white.Am"Whats 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 pubs on fire!"(Chorus)Am And there was Brown, upside downG Am Lappin up the whiskey from the floorG F E "Booze, booze!" The firemen criedF E As they came knockin at the door (clap clap)AmOh dont let em in till its all drunk upG Am And somebody shouted Maclntyre! MACINTYRE!G F E And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunkF E AmWhen the Old Dun Cow caught fire.Am "Fire," says Brown, "What a bit of luck.G Am Everybody follow meG F E Well go down to the cellar, if the fires not thereF E Then well have a grand old spree."AmSo we went on down after good old BrownG Am For booze we could not missG F E And we hadnt been there five minutes beforeF EWe were all quite pissed.(Repeat Chorus)Am Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tubG Am And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)G F E He started takin off his pantaloonsF E Likewise his shoes and socksAm"Hold on, "says Brown, "that aint allowedG Am Ye canna do that in hereG F E Dont go washin trotters in the port wine tubF EWhen we got some low carb beer.(Repeat Chorus)Am And then there came to the old back doorG Am The Vicar of our local churchG F E And when he had seen our drunken waysF E He began to scream and curseAm"You drunken sods, you heathen clodsG Am Youve taken to a drunken spree!G F E And you drank up all that Benedictine BrandyF EAnd you didnt save a drop for me!"(Repeat Chorus)AmAnd then there came a mighty crashG Am Half the bloody roof gave wayG F E We were almost drowned in the firemens hoseF E But we were gonna stayAmSo we got some tacks and some old wet sacksG Am And we nailed ourselves insideG F E And we sat there drinkin the finest rumF ETill we was bleary-eyed(Repeat Chorus)Am Later that night when the fire was outG Am We came up from the cellar belowG F E Our pub was burned, our booze was drunkF E And our heads were a-hangin lowAm"Oh look, says Brown, with a look quite queerG Am It seemed something caught his ireG F E "Weve gotta get down to Murphys pubF EIt closes on the hour!"(Repeat Chorus)