| Some friends and I in a public place
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| Were playing cards one night
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| When into the room a fireman ran
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| His face all chalky while
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| «What's up?», says Brown, «Have you seen a ghost
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| Or have you seen you aunt Mariah?»
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| «Me aunt Maria be buggered!», says he
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| «The bleedin' pub’s on fire!»
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| «Oh well,» says Brown, «What a bit of luck
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| Everybody follow me!
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| Ands it’s down to the cellar
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| If the fire’s not there
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| Then we’ll have a grand old spree.»
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| So we all went down with good old Brown
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| The booze we could not miss
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| And we had’t been in there ten minutes or more
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| Till we were all quite pissed
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| And there was Brown upside down
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| Lappin' up the Whiskey on the floor
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| «Let's booze, booze!» |
| The firemen cried
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| As they came knockin' on the door
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| O don’t let, em in till it’s all drunk 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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| Then Smith walked over to the port wine tub
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| And he gave it a few hard knocks
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| The he started takin' off his pantaloons
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| Likewise his shoes and socks
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| «Oh, no!» |
| says Brown, «that ain’t allowed!
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| You can’t do that thing here!
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| Don’t wash your trousers in the port wine tub
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| When we got guinness beer!»
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| And the there came a mighty crash
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| Half the bloody roof caved in
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| We were almost drowned by the firemen’s hose
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| But I swear it tastes like gin
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| So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
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| And nailed ourselves inside
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| And we sat there drinking down pints of Stout
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| Till we were bleary-eyed
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| And there was Brown upside down
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| Lappin' up the Whiskey on the floor
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| «Let's booze, booze!» |
| The firemen cried
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| As they came knockin' on the door
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| O don’t let, em in till it’s all drunk 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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| Then there came from the old back door
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| The vicar of the local church
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| And when he saw our drunken ways
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| He began to scream and curse
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| «Ah, you drunkend sods! |
| You heathen clods!
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| You’ve take to a drunken spree!
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| You drank up all the benedictine wine
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| And you didn’t save a drop for me!»
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| Late that night, when the fire was out
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| We came up from the cellar below
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| Our pub was burned, our booze was drunk
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| Our heads was hanging low
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| «Oh look!», says Brown with a look quite queer
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| Something raised his eye
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| «We gotta get down to Murphy’s Pub
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| It closes on the hour!»
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| And there was Brown upside down
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| Lappin' up the Whiskey on the floor
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| «Let's booze, booze!» |
| The firemen cried
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| As they came knockin' on the door
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| O don’t let, em in till it’s all drunk up
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| Somebody shouted: «MacIntyre!»
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| And there was Brown upside down
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| Lappin' up the Whiskey on the floor
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| «Let's booze, booze!» |
| The firemen cried
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| As they came knockin' on the door
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| O don’t let, em in till it’s all drunk 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 |