Brobdingnagian Bards - Old Dun Cow lyrics

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Some friends and I in a public house

Were playing a game of chance one night

When into the pub a fireman ran

His face all a chalky white.

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

Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"

"Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!", says he,

"The bleedin' pub's on fire!"

And there was Brown upside down

Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor.

"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried

As they came knockin' on the door (clap clap)

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

And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE!

And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk

When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

"Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck.

Everybody follow me.

And it's down to the cellar

If the fire's not there

Then we'll have a grand old spree."

So we went on down after good old Brown

The booze we could not miss

And we hadn't been there ten minutes or so

Till we were quite pissed.

Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub

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

Started takin' off his pantaloons

Likewise his shoes and socks.

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

Ya cannot do that thing here.

Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub

When we got Guinness beer."

Then there came from the old back door

The Vicar of the local church.

And when he saw our drunken ways,

He began to scream and curse.

"Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!

You've taken to a drunken spree!

You drank up all the Benedictine wine

And you didn't save a drop for me!"

And then there came a mighty crash

Half the bloody roof caved in.

We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose

But still we were gonna stay.

So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks

And we nailed ourselves inside

And we sat drinking the finest Rum

Till we were bleary-eyed.

Later that night, when the fire was out

We came up from the cellar below.

Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.

Our heads was hanging low.

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

Seems something raised his ire.

"Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub,

It closes on the hour!"

Background: Our friend Snicker first suggested this

Song in 2000 at the Texas Renaissance "Venice" Faire

(It rained a lot that year). At long last, we've added

It to our repetoire and what a great addition it is.

It's a great sing-a-long and fun to shout along with,

And after our first performance of it, I'm happy to say

It's gonna be hit! This version came from a live

Recording we found an MP3 of. Hopefully, we'll have a

Recording some time early next year.