By Harry Wincott, 1893, with inevitable variations due to the folk process.<\/p>\n
Some friends and I in a public house
\nWere playing dominoes one night
\nWhen all of a sudden, in the pot man rushed.
\nHis face all chalky white
\n“What’s up?” says Brown, “Have you seen a ghost?”
\n“Have you seen your Aunt Moriah?”
\n“Oh my Aunt Moriah be buggered,” cries he!
\n“The bleeding pubs on fire!”<\/p>\n
“On fire,” says Brown, “What a bit of luck!\u201d
\n“What a bit of luck!\u201d cries he.
\nIt’s down to the cellar if the fire’s not there
\nThen we’ll have a grand old spree”
\nSo we all went down with good old Brown
\nAnd the booze we could not miss
\nAnd we hadn’t been there ten minutes or more
\n\u2018Till we were all quite pissed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s Brown?!?\u201d<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n Chorus: \u201cMacIntyre!\u201d<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk Oh! Just about then with a hell of a crash. \u201cWhere\u2019s Brown?!?\u201d<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n Chorus: \u201cMacIntyre!\u201d<\/i><\/strong><\/p>\n And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" By Harry Wincott, 1893, with inevitable variations due to the folk process. Some friends and I in a public house Were playing dominoes one night When all of a sudden, in the pot man rushed. His face all chalky white … Continue reading
\nOh, there was Brown, up side down
\nMopping up the whiskey on the floor
\n“Booze, booze” the firemen cried
\nAs they come a-knockin’ at the door
\n“Well don’t let em in till it’s all mopped up
\nSomebody shouted, “MacIntyre”<\/i><\/p>\n
\nWhen the Old Dun Cow caught fire<\/i><\/p>\n
\n<\/i>
\nThen Johnson went to the port wine tub
\nAnd gave it just a few hard knocks
\nHe started taking off his pantaloons
\nLikewise his shoes and socks
\n“Hold on,” says Brown. “If you want to wash your feet,
\nwe’ve got some poor ale here.
\nDon’t wash yer trotters in the port-wine tub
\nWhen we’ve got some old stale beer.”<\/p>\n
\nHalf the bloody roof gave way.
\nWe were drowned by the firemen’s hose
\nBut we were still OK
\nWe got some sacks and some old tin tacks
\nAnd bunged ourselves inside,
\nAnd we were drinking good old Scotch
\n\u2018Till we were bleary eyed.<\/p>\n
\nOh, there was Brown, up side down
\nMopping up the whiskey on the floor
\n“Booze, booze” the firemen cried
\nAs they come a-knockin’ at the door
\n“Well don’t let em in till it’s all mopped up
\nSomebody shouted, “MacIntyre”<\/i><\/p>\n
\nWhen the Old Dun Cow caught fire!
\n<\/i><\/p>\n