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Tom Brown and |
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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. "Hey what's up?", said |
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Brown, "Have you seen a ghost? Have you seen your Aunty Mariah?" "Well, me Aunt Mariah be blown", said he, "The bloody pub's on fire!" |
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Oh, there was |
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Brown upside down, |
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He was moppin' up the whisky on the floor. "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 |
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MacIntyre! (MACINTYRE!) |
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And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk, |
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When the Old |
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Dun Cow caught fire. "On fire!" says |
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Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me. Down in the cellar, Where the fire isn't there, We will have a gay old spree." |
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So we all went down with good old |
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Brown, 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 |
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Brown upside down, |
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He was moppin' up the whisky on the floor. "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 |
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MacIntyre! (MACINTYRE!) |
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And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk, |
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When the Old |
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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. "Hey, what's up?, " said |
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Brown, "If you want to wash your feet, There's a tub of booze down here. Don't wash your trousers in the port wine tub, When we there's lots of Carling lager beer." |
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Oh, there was |
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Brown upside down, |
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He was moppin' up the whisky on the floor. "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 |
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MacIntyre! (MACINTYRE!) |
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And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk, |
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When the Old |
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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 |
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Scotch, 'Til we were bleary-eyed. |
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Oh, there was |
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Brown upside down, |
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He was moppin' up the whisky on the floor. "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 |
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MacIntyre! (MACINTYRE! ) |
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And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk, |
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When the Old |
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Dun Cow caught fire. |
