When The Old Dun Cow Caught Fire chords

Some f[Am]riends and I in a public house
Were p[G]laying a game of chance one[Am] night
When in[G]to the [F]pub a [E]fireman ran
His [F]face all chalky [E]white.
"[Am] ;What's up," says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,
Or have you s[G]een your Aunt [Am]Mariah'"
"Me Aun[G]t Mariah[F] be buggered!&qu[E]ot; says he,
"[F]The bleedin' pub'[E]s on fire!"

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And t[Am]here was Brown, upside down
L[G]appin' up the whiskey from the fl[Am]oor
[G]"Booze, booze!&[F]quot; Th[E]e firemen cried
As t[F]hey came knockin' at the [E]door (clap clap)
Oh do[Am]n't let 'em in till it's all drunk up
And s[G]omebody shouted [Am]Maclntyre! MACINTYRE!
And we [G]all got blu[F]e-blind p[E]aralytic drunk
When the [F]Old Dun [E]Cow caught [Am]fire.

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

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Then, [Am]Smith walked over to the port wine tub
And [G]gave it just a few hard k[Am]nocks (clap clap)
He st[G]arted t[F]akin' off his [E]pantaloons
Likew[F]ise his shoes and [E]socks
"[Am] ;Hold on, "says Brown, "that ain't allowed
Ye [G]canna do that in [Am]here
Don't go [G]washin' [F]trotters in the [E]port wine tub
When we [F]got some low carb [E]beer.

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

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And [Am]then there came a mighty crash
Ha[G]lf the bloody roof gave [Am]way
We were [G]almost [F]drowned in the [E]firemen's hose
But [F]we were gonna [E]stay
So we [Am]got some tacks and some old wet sacks
And we [G]nailed ourselves in[Am]side
And we [G]sat there [F]drinkin' the [E]finest rum
'Till [F]we was bleary-[E]eyed

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L[Am]ater that night when the fire was out
We [G]came up from the cellar [Am]below
Our p[G]ub was b[F]urned, our [E]booze was drunk
And our [F]heads were a-hangin' [E]low
"[Am]Oh look," says Brown, with a look quite queer
It seemed [G]something caught his [Am]ire
"W[G]e've gotta[F] get down[E] to Murphy's pub
It [F]closes on the [E]hour!"

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