Songbook: Folk Songs

Song by Harry Wincott

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Old Dun Cow


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K:C W:1 W:Some pals and I in a public house were playing dominoes last night, W:When all of a sudden in the pot-man runs with a face just like a kite. W:“What's up?” said Brown. “Why you silly old fool! Have you seen old Aunt Mariah?” W:“Aunt be blowed,” then the pot-man cried. “The blooming pub's on fire!” W:“On fire!” said Brown. “What a bit of luck! Come along with me,” shouts he. W:“Down in the cellar, if the fire ain't there, we'll have a fair old spree.” W:So we all goes down 'long with good old Brown. Booze we couldn't miss. W:We hadn't been ten minutes there, when I was just like this. W: W:ch W:And there was Brown upside down mopping up the whisky off the floor. W:“Booze, booze, booze!” then the firemen cried as they got banging in the door. W:“Don't let 'em in till it's all mopped up!” someone said to McIntyre, W:And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk when the Old Dun Cow caught fire. W: W:2 W:Old Johnson flew at the port-wine tub and he gave it just a few hard knocks. W:He then starts taking off his pantaloons, likewise his boots and socks. W:“Hold hard,” said Snooks. “If you want to wash your feet, there's a barrel full of four ale here. W:Don't put your trotters in the port wine, Jack, when there's some old stale beer.” W:Just then there was such a dreadful crash, half the blooming roof gave way. W:We got drowned with a fireman's hose, but still we were all gay. W:We found some sacks and some old tin tacks, shoved ourselves inside. W:We all got drinking good old Scotch till we were bleary-eyed. W: W:3 W:We got so drunk we did not know the blooming cellar had caught fire. W:Poor old Jones had the D.T.'s bad and wanted to retire. W:“There's Old Nick,” said another poor chap, “and he's poking up the blooming fire. W:“That's no bogey. It's a fireman, Tom, at least,” said McIntyre. W:“Let's get out,” said a brown-eyed chap. “It's getting very dark down here.” W:“Don't be a fool,” said a tipsy chap. “We haven't drank the beer!” W:So we filled our hats and we drank like cats 'midst the flames and smoke. W:I had to take my collar off. I thought that I should choke. % X:2 T:Old Dun Cow (version I knew) Z:Webmaster C: M:4/4 L:1/4

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K:C W:1 W:Some pals and I in a public house were playing dominoes last night, W:When all of a sudden in the pub-man runs his face just like a kite. W:“What's up?” said Brown. “Have you seen your Aunt, have you seen old Aunt Mariah?” W:“Oh me Aunt Mariah be blowed,” said he. “The blooming pub's on fire!” W: W:ch W:And there was Brown upside down mopping up the whisky off the floor. W:“Booze, booze, booze!” then the firemen cried as they got banging in the door. W:“Don't let 'em in till it's all mopped up!” someone said to McIntyre, W:And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk when the Old Dun Cow caught fire. W: W:2 W:“On fire!” said Brown. “What a bit of luck! Come along with me,” shouts he. W:“Down in the cellar, there's no there, we'll have a fair old spree.” W:So we all goes down with good old Brown. and there we never missed. W:We hadn't been ten minutes there, before we all were pissed. W: W:3 W:Johnson ran to the port-wine tub and he gave it just a few hard knocks. W:He then starts taking off his pantaloons, likewise his boots and socks. W:“Hold hard,” said Snooks. “If you want to wash your feet, there's a jug of four ale here. W:Don't put your trotters in the port wine tub, when we've got some old stale beer.” W: W:4 W:Just then there was such a dreadful crash, half the blooming roof gave way. W:We got drowned with a fireman's hose, but still we were all gay. W:We got some sacks and some old tin tacks, and we bunged ourselves inside. W:We all got drinking good old Scotch till we were bleary-eyed. % % % % % % % %]

						
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Songbook: Folk Songs

Song by Harry Wincott

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