| Tom Brown and I in the local pub
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| Were playing dominos one night
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| When all of a sudden in the postman rushed
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| His face all chalky white
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| «Hey what’s up?», said Brown, «Have you seen a ghost?
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| Have you seen your Aunty Mariah?»
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| «Well, me Aunt Mariah be blown», said he
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| «The bloody pub’s on fire!»
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| Oh, there was Brown upside down
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| He was moppin' up the whisky on the floor
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| «Booze, booze!» |
| the firemen cried
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| As they came knockin' at the door
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| Don’t let them 'in til it’s all mopped up
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| Somebody shouted MacIntyre! |
| (MACINTYRE!)
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| And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
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| When the Old Dun Cow caught fire
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| «On fire!» |
| says Brown, «What a bit of luck
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| Everybody follow me
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| Down in the cellar
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| Where the fire isn’t there
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| We will have a gay old spree.»
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| So we all went down with good old Brown
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| The beer we could not miss
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| And we hadn’t been but ten minutes there
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| 'til we were bloody pissed
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| Oh, there was Brown upside down
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| He was moppin' up the whisky on the floor
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| «Booze, booze!» |
| the firemen cried
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| As they came knockin' at the door
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| Don’t let them 'in til it’s all mopped up
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| Somebody shouted MacIntyre! |
| (MACINTYRE!)
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| And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
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| When the Old Dun Cow caught fire
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| Oh Jones did rush, to the port wine tub
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| And gave it just a few hard knocks
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| Started takin' off his pantaloons
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| Likewise his shoes and socks
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| «Hey, what’s up?, «said Brown, «If you want to wash your feet
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| There’s a tub of booze down here
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| Don’t wash your trousers in the port wine tub
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| When we theres lots of Carling lager beer.»
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| Oh, there was Brown upside down
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| He was moppin' up the whisky on the floor
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| «Booze, booze!» |
| the firemen cried
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| As they came knockin' at the door
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| Don’t let them in 'til it’s all mopped up
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| Somebody shouted MacIntyre! |
| (MACINTYRE!)
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| And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
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| When the Old Dun Cow caught fire
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| All of a sudden there’s a bloody big bang
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| And half the flamin' roof gave away
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| And we were drowned in the firemen’s hose
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| But were all still going gay
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| So we got some tacks and some old tin scraps
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| And boarded ourselves inside
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| And we kept on drinking good old Scotch
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| 'til we were bleary-eyed
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| Oh, there was Brown upside down
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| He was moppin' up the whisky on the floor
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| «Booze, booze!» |
| the firemen cried
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| As they came knockin' at the door
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| Don’t let them 'in til it’s all mopped up
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| Somebody shouted MacIntyre! |
| (MACINTYRE!)
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| And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
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| When the Old Dun Cow caught fire |