A quiet evening with Friends

Over the past few weeks I've been putting a lot of energy into several projects, and felt perhaps it was time to take a break for a bit. The idea of spending a couple of hours with some good company and a drink or two seemed very appealing. I don't know what I said, or did, or whether it was Bacchus or Vulcan that I offended, but that quiet drink was interrupted by a fire alarm.
X:55 % number
T:The Old Dun Cow % title
C:Anon. % composer
O:Irish drinking song % origin.
M:4/4 % meter
L:1/4 % length of shortest note
Q:240 % tempo
P:ABA
K:C % key
V:1 % voice 1
P:A
B G E E | B G E E | e e/d/ c/d/ e | e B3 |
w:Some friends and I in a public house was play-in' dom-in-oes one night
B A ^F F | B G E E | E ^F F/^G/ ^A F | B3 z |
w:When into the pub a fire-man ran, his face all a chalk-y white!
B G E E | B G E E | e e/d/ c/d/ e | e B3 |
w:"What's up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a~ghost? or have you seen your Aunt Mar-iah?"
^f g g f | ^f e d B | A B e ^d | ^f e3 ||
w:"Me Aunt Mar-iah be buggered!" says he, "the bleed-in' pub's on fire!"
P:B
B G E E | B G E E | e/d/ c/d/ e/d/ e | B2 A2 |
w:And there was Brown, up-side down, mop-ping up the whis-ky on the floor. "Booze!"
^F>B G E | E E ^F F | ^F/^G/ ^A/^F/ | B2 "_(clap!"z "_clap!)"z |
w:"Booze!" The fire-men cried, as they came knock-ing on the door!
B G E E | B G E E | e e/d/ c/d/ e | e B2 "_Macintyre!"z |
w:Oh don't let~'em in till~it's all drunk up! Some-bo-dy shout-ed Mac-In-tyre!
e/^f/ g e ^f | d e/^f/ e/d/ B | G/A/ B e ^d | ^f e2 z |]
w:Well we all got blue-blind par-a-lyt-ic drunk when the Old Dun Cow caught fire!
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:"Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me.
W:And it's down to the cellar If the fire's not there. Then we'll have a grand old spree."
W:So we went on down after good old Brown, The booze we could not miss
W:And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more Till we were all quite pissed.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap! clap!)
W:Started takin' off his pantaloons, Likewise his shoes and socks.
W:"Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed, Ya cannot do that thing here.
W:Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub When we got Guinness beer."
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Then there came from the old back door The Vicar of the local church.
W:And when he saw our drunken ways, He began to scream and curse.
W:"Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods! You've taken to a drunken spree!
W:You drank up all the Benedictine wine And you didn't save a drop for me!"
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:And then there came a mighty crash - Half the bloody roof caved in!
W:We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose But still we were gonna stay.
W:So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks And we nailed ourselves inside
W:And we sat drinking the finest Rum Till we were bleary-eyed.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Later that night, when the fire was out We came up from the cellar below.
W:Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk. Our heads was hanging low.
W:"Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer. Seems something raised his ire.
W:"Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub, It closes on the hour!"

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