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Lyrics:
My friends and I in a public house playing dominoes last night
When all of a sudden the potman comes his face was like a kite
"What's wrong," says Brown, "have you seen a ghost? Have you seen your aunt Marhiah?"
"Oh me aunt Mariah be buggered," says he, "The bleeding pub's on fire."
"On fire," says Brown, "what a bit of luck, come along and follow me.
"Down in the cellar if the fire's not there we'll have a rare old spree."
So we all went down and we followed brown, beer we could not miss,
And we had not spent ten minutes there 'til we were all like this,
Oh there was Brown upside down, mopping up the whisky on the floor.
"Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried as they came knocking at the door,
Oh don't let 'em in 'til it's all mopped up. Somebody shouted "MacIntyre!"
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk when The Old Dun Cow caught fire.
Well we got so drunk that we did not know half the bleeding pub had caught fire,
Old Johnson had the DTs bad and wanted to retire.
Just then we heard and almighty crash, half the bleeding roof gave way,
We were caught in a firemen's hose but still we were all gay.
"Oh let's get out," says a blind-eyed boy, "it's getting rather hot down here."
"Don't be a fool," says a boozy bloke, "we've not drunk all the beer."
So we grabbed some sacks and some old tin tacks and we shoved ourselves inside,
And we got drinking that good old scotch 'til we were bleary eyed.
Oh there was Brown upside down, mopping up the whisky on the floor.
"Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried as they came knocking at the door,
Oh don't let 'em in 'til it's all mopped up. Somebody shouted "MacIntyre!"
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk when The Old Dun Cow caught fire.
At last the firemen got inside, found us all dead drunk,
But like true heroes there they stood they did not do a bunk,
They saw the booze upon the floor, gave a massive yell,
They took their helmets off and then upon their knees they fell.
"At last, at last," the firemen cried, "At last we know the news."
"Come on come on," cried all us lads, "Come on and have a booze."
Oh there was Brown upside down, mopping up the whisky on the floor.
"Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried as they came knocking at the door,
Oh don't let 'em in 'til it's all mopped up. Somebody shouted "MacIntyre!"
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk when The Old Dun Cow caught fire.
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