( Myscha )'s posts with tag: drinking songs
On a warm summer's evening in 1634 the deal has been concluded and title deeds have been exchanged. In a deal that took me by surprise, a rustic miller sold the mill that he can no longer run for five rare tulip bulbs! (Unfortunately, by my time the famous Semper Augustus is extinct, and these are actually Adonis, a flower with a similar pattern to S.Augustus and to an untrained eye, indistinguishable).
 The disabled miller proposes that we should celebrate by visiting the tavern and getting Fleemered (his word, not mine!). Far be it from me to object: while the rare bulbs with which the mill was bought were expensive in my own time, they were not worth nearly as much as they are in seventeenth century Holland.
The Dolfijn tavern offers tobacco as well as drinks, and as soon as Sebastiaan has made himself comfortable, both he and Susanna order tobacco as well as a round of drinks. I can't help being a little concerned about Sebastiaan's long-term welfare: while the local community operates a primitive form of welfare, it is barely adequate to maintain the one or two derelicts that have no home beyond the village, and although the miller insists that he will learn to cope with his disability, I doubt that he will achieve a meaningful independence within the next couple of years, by which time the proceeds from the sale of his mill will certainly have been spent, not even allowing for the inevitable services of doctor and apothecary. As the alcohol begins to weave its spell among us Sebastiaan confides in me that he has heard very promising reports concerning the tulip markets, and it seems to him that it would not be inconceivable that he could make a respectable living as a florist, using the proceeds of the days sale as his first stock-in-trade. Perhaps it is just as well that Susanna is with us; as the evening wears on, I see a couple of young ladies with a very breezy manner making the rounds of the tables and even though there are only a handful of patrons, they seem intent on spreading mirth and flirting regardless of age, although perhaps they are paying a little more attention to those who are more finely arrayed? My suspicions aren't entirely without justification, and while Susanna is absorbed in watching Sebastiaan try to blow smoke rings, I catch the sound of giggles and the occasional squeal from another room. When I mention to Sebastiaan that I think somebody is playing "Klop de bever" in the back room, he guffaws, and bursts into song with Susanna joining in raucously. The irony strikes me that, at least for now, the purse isn't empty! The transcription of their song, presented below, is taken from Tylman Susato's Musyck Boexken of 1551, a rich collection of songs in the Dutch language.
Dutch
| English
| Och hoort toch ons bediet,
Dit laetste liet
Singt al verdriet,
Omdat wy moeten scheyden.
Ons mach gheen wyn verleiden,
Maer tgelt en isser niet.
Wy moeten trueren wat:
Die buers is plat,
Sy heeft een gat.
Syn dat niet grote rampen?
Wy souden meer slampampen
Hadden wyt in de clampen.
| Oh hear our story well,
This last song
Sounds quite sad,
Because we must depart.
Yonder wine might tempt us,
But there is no money.
We must suffer a bit:
The purse is flat,
It has a hole.
Is that not a terrible thing?
We would like to "play" a while longer
If it was within our grasp.
| Since the song covers four pages, I'm not offering a graphic, but a PDF file (as well as the abc notation, of course). X:24
T:Och hoort toch ons bediet % title
C:A.Barbe % composer
O:Musyck Boexken 1, pub. Tylman Susato % origin.
M:2/2 % meter
L:1/4 % length of shortest note
Q: % tempo
V:1 name="Superius" sname="S." clef=treble
V:2 name="Contratenor" sname="Ct." clef=treble
V:3 name="Tenor" sname="T." clef=treble
V:4 name="Bassus" sname="B." clef=bass
K:F % key
%==2====3=======4=========
V:1 % voice 1
z4 | c4 | c4 | z2 c2 |
w:Och hoort, och
V:2
f4 | f4 | z2 f2-| f2 e e |
w:Och hoort, och hoort, och
V:3
z4 | c4 | c4 | z2 c2 |
w:Och hoort, och
V:4
f4 | f4 | z2 f2-| f2 c c |
w:Och hoort, och hoort, och
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%5======6=========7=========8========9
V:1
c A B c | A c B G | A c B B | A4 |
w:hoort toch ons be-diet, Dit laet-ste liet Singt al ver-driet,
V:2
f f d e | c f d e | c f f e | f2 z c |
w:hoort, toch ons be-diet, Dit laet-ste liet Singt al ver-driet, Om-
V:3
c c B G | A A B c | c A B B | c4 |
w:hoort, toch ons be-diet, Dit laet-ste liet Singt al ver-driet,
V:4
f f g c | f f g c | f f g g | f4 |
w:hoort, toch ons be-diet, Dit laet-ste liet Singt al ver-driet,
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%9=====10=======11========12========13
V:1
z A c c | c B A2 | G2 z A | c c c B |
w:Om dat wy moe-ten schey-den, Om dat wy moe-ten
V:2
f f f e | d2 c2 | z4 | z c f f |
w:dat wy moe-ten schey-den, Om-dat wy
V:3
z4 | z2 z A | c c c>B | A G z F |
w:Om-dat wy moe-ten schey-den, Om
V:4
z4 | z4 | z c f f | f e d2 |
w:Om-dat wy moe-ten schey-
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%13=======14===========15==========16===========17
V:1
A G>A B/G/ | A>B c d- | d/c/ c2 B | c G A B-|
w:schey-------------den, wy moe-ten_
V:2
f e d2 | c e>d g- | g f g G | c>d e f |
w:moe-ten schey-------den, Om-dat wy moe-ten
V:3
c c c B | A2 G2 | z c d d | e>d c B/A/ |
w:dat wy moe-ten schey-den, Om-dat wy moe-ten schey-
V:4
c2 z g | c' c' c' b | a2 g2 | z c c d |
w:den Om-dat wy moe-ten schey-den. Ons mach gheen
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%17=======18=====================19===============20======================
V:1
B A2 G | A2 z2 | z4 | z2 z F |
w:* schey-den. Ons
V:2
g f/e/ d e |[L:1/8] f3 e/d/ c2 c2 |[L:1/4] c d e f | g2 d d |
w:schey--------den. Ons mach gheen wyn ver-lei-den, Maer
V:3
G A B2 | A F F G | A B c2 |[L:1/8]G2 G2 B3 A/G/ |
w:---den. Ons mach gheen wyn ver-lei-den, ver-lei-
V:4
e f g2 | d d f e | f d c f | e c g b |
w:wyn ver-lei-den, Maer tgelt en is-ser niet, Ons mach gheen wyn ver-
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V:1
F G A B | c2 G B | A G>F F-| F E F2 |
w:mach gheen wyn ver-lei-den, Maer tgelt en_ is--ser niet.
V:2
f e f d | c e2 d-| d/ c/ c2 B | c2 z c |
w:tgelt en is-ser niet, Maer tgelt_ en is-ser niet. Wy
V:3
[L:1/4] F B c B | G c2 B | c G A B | G G F2 |
w:den, Maer tgelt en is--ser niet, Maer tgelt en is-ser niet.
V:4
a g/ g/ f/ f/ g/ g/ | c2 g2 | f e f d | c2 z f |
w:lei-den, Maer tgelt en is-ser niet, Maer tgelt en is-ser niet. Wy
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%25====26========27=======28========29=========
V:1
z4 | z c B c | A B c2 | z4 | z2 z C |
w:Wy moe-ten true-ren wat: Die
V:2
c c d c | A2 z2 | z2 z c | B c A c | B G A2 |
w:moe-ten true-ren wat: Die buers is plat, Sy heeft een gat,
V:3
z4 | z c d e | f d c2 | z4 | z2 z c |
w:Wy moe-ten true-ren wat: Die
V:4
e f d e | f2 z2 | z2 z c | d e f c | d e f2 |
w:moe-ten true-ren wat: Die buers is plat, Sy heeft een gat,
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%30====31=======32==========33========34==========
V:1
D E F E | F G C2 | z4 | z2 z c | B e A c |
w:buers is plat, Sy heeft een gat, Die buers is plat, Sy
V:2
z4 | z2 z c | d e f e | f g c f | f c d A |
w:Die buers is plat, Sy heeft een gat, Die buers is plat, Sy
V:3
B c A c | B G A2 | z4 | z2 z c | d e f c |
w:buers is plat, Sy heeft een gat, Die buers is plat, Sy
V:4
z4 | z2 z c'| b c' a c' | b g a f | b a f a |
w:Die buers is plat, Sy heeft een gat, Die buers is plat, Sy
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%35====36========37=======38================
V:1
B G A2-| A2 z2 | z2 z G | A/G/ A/B/ c G |
w:heeft een gat._ Syn dat_ niet_ gro-te
V:2
f c c2 | z2 c2 | f f f e |d c/B/ A/G/ c-|
w:heeft een gat. Syn dat niet gro-te ram-
V:3
d e f c | f f f e | d2 c2 | z2 c2 |
w:heeft een gat. Syn dat niet gro-te ram-pen, Syn
V:4
b c' f2-| f2 z2 | z2 c2 | f f f e |
w:heeft een gat._ Syn dat niet gro-te
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%39==========40============41=====================42============
V:1
A F/G/ A/B/ c-| c B c2 | G2 c c | c B A2 |
w:ram--------pen, Syn dat niet gro-te ram-
V:2
c B c2 | z d e c/d/ | e/f/ g2 f | g d f f |
w:--pen, Syn dat niet gro-te ram-pan, Syn dat niet
V:3
f f f e | d2 c/d/e/f/ |[L:1/8] e2 d3 c/B/ c2 |[L:1/4] d4 |
w:dat niet gro-te ram----------pen.
V:4
d2 c2 | z g c' c' | c'b a2 | g2 z d |
w:ram-pen, Syn dat niet gro-te ram-pen, Syn
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%43=====44======================45====================
V:1
G4- | G4 | z4 |
w:pen?_
V:2
f e d2 | [L:1/8] c2 e3 d/c/ d2 |[L:1/4] e2 c c/ d/ |
w:gro-te ram------pen? Wy sou-den
V:3
z G B B | G c2 B | c4 |
w:Syn dat niet gro-te ram-pen?
V:4
e c g g | c2 g2 | z c f/ g/ a/ b/ |
w:dat niet gro-te ram-pen? Wy sou-den meer slam-
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%46================47======================48======================
V:1
z2 F F/ G/ | A/ B/ c G/ G/ B/ B/ | A F G2 |
w:Wy sou-den meer slam-pam-pen Had-den wyt in de clam-
V:2
e/ f/ g d/ d/ f/ d/ |[L:1/8] e c f3 e/d/ e2 |[L:1/4] f c c c |
w:meer slam-pam-pen Had-den wyt in de clam----pen, Wy sou-den
V:3
z4 | z f b>c | d/ e/ f c/ c/ e/ e/ |
w:Wy sou-den meer slam-pam-pen Had-den wyt
V:4
c' g/ g/ b b | a f g2 | f2 z c |
w:pam-pen Had-den wyt in de clam-pen, Had-
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%49================50====================51=======================
V:1
F/ F/ B/ B/ A/ F/ G-|[L:1/8]GF F3 E/D/ E2 |[L:1/4] F2 z2 |
w:pen, Had-den wyt in de clam-------pen,
V:2
A G A G/ G/ | d/ d/ d/ B/ c c | c c/ d/ e/ f/ g |
w:meer slam-pam-pen Had-den wyt in de clam-pen, Wy sou-den meer slam-pam-
V:3
d B c B/ G/ | B/ B/ A/ F/ G2 | F2 z2 |
w:in de clam-pen, Had-den wyt in de clam-pen,
V:4
f g c e | d2 c c | f/ g/ a/ b/ c' g/ g/ |
w:den wyt in de clam-pen, Wy sou-den meer slam-pam-pen Had-
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%52=================53================54==================
V:1
F F/ G/ A/ B/ c | G/ G/ B/ B/ A F | G2 F/ F/ B/ B/ |
w:Wy sou-den meer slam-pam-pen Had-den wyt in de clam-pen, Had-den wyt
V:2
d/ d/ f/ d/ e/ c/ f-| f/e//d// e f c | c c A G |
w:pen Had-den wyt in de clam-----pen, Wy sou-den meer slam-
V:3
z2 z F | B>c d/ e/ f | c/ c/ e/ e/ d B |
w:Wy sou-den meer slam-pam-pen Had-den wyt in de
V:4
b b a f | g2 f2 | z c f g |
w:den wyt in de clam-pen, Had-den wyt
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%55===
V:1
A/ F/ G>F F-| F/E//D// E F2-| F4-| F4-| !fermata! F4 |]
w:in de clam-------pen.___
V:2
A G/ G/ d/ d/ d/ B/ | c c z c | d d d d | c2 c2-| !fermata! c4 |]
w:pam-pen Had-den wyt in de clam-pen, Had-den wyt in de clam-pen._
V:3
c B/ G/ B/ B/ A/ F/ | G2 F2-| F4-| F4-| !fermata! F4 |]
w:clam-pen, Had-den wyt in de clam-pen.___
V:4
c e d2 | c c f f | d d B2 | f4-| !fermata! f4 |]
w:in de clam-pen, Had-den wyt in de clam-pen._
References To convert the code above to sheet music, or listen to the tunes, copy the code for a single song, then paste it here and [submit]. 
I don't know quite what happened! I was supposed to zero in on sixteenth century Berkshire, England, but instead, found myself stumbling around in the dark, in some stinky alternate reality behind a place called "The Mended Drum" on Dwarves Night.  Apparently six nights of the week, the place allows trolls in, but in the interests of keeping enough furniture to sit on, and drink off, they have separate nights when dwarves or trolls ( or the undead, or what-have-you) are not allowed in. So the barkeep gives me this funny look (I stand head and shoulders above most of the drinking clientele who aren't so much drinking as sloshing it, and singing) but I still get my half-pint anyway which seems to take the paint off my throat and while I'm trying to be inconspicuous in a corner this small person who goes by Tor Stronginthearm nearly nails me with a throwing axe and insists that I join in the singing, unless I'm a troll-fancier! X:70 % number
T:Gold! Gold! Gold! % title
C:Eodric Shortensweet (aka Myscha Aiken) % composer
O:Songs from The Gold Mind % origin.
N:Rests may be punctuated by clinksloshing tankards
N:Of authentic Dwarf ale, thumping on tables, banging
N:Of tankards on tables, or throwing things.
N:With acknowledgements to Terry Pratchett's Discworld
N:Sagas, without which this would never have happened.
M:4/4 % meter
L:1/4 % length of shortest note
Q: % tempo
K:F % key
V:1 % voice 1
"F"FCFC | "F"AGF z | "Bb"BG "F"AF | "C7"GFE z |
w:Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
"F"FCFC | "F"AGF z | "Bb"BG "F"AF | "C7"GC "F"F2 |]
w: Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!  It was after this, that three ladies entered the bar, one of whom later insisted on teaching the dwarves the song "The Hedgehog can never be buggered at all", and how to play "Cripple Mister Onion". (I found out later that the singing tutor was Mistress "Nanny" Ogg (with her disreputable cat, Greebo), and her companions, Granny Weatherwax and Magrat Garlick).
X:2
T:The Hedgehog Can Never Be Buggered At All % title
C:Eodric Shortensweet (Myscha Aiken) % composer
O:Songs from the Gold Mind % origin.
M:3/4 % meter
L:1/4 % length of shortest note
Q:240 % tempo
K:F % key
V:1 % voice 1
"F" z A B | c A B | c d e | f e d | c2 "C" A |
w:If you're need-ing some help, give the squir-rels a call, in
B G B | "F" A F A | "D" G A =B | "C" c2 "F" A/ B/ |
w:Sum-mer or Spring, but they're bus-y in Fall, but don't
c A B | c d e | f e d | c2 "C" A/ c/ |
w:both-er the hedge-hog, you'll hit a brick wall, for the
B G B | "D" A F "F" D | C D E | F2 z |]
w:hedge-hog can nev-er be bug-gered at all.
W:
W:Everybody knows dogs
W:love to play with a ball
W:If you reach for the leash they're right there in the hall
W:but the hedgehog's disdain
W:is inclined to appal
W:for the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
W:
W:If you fall in a heap
W:you can count on a sheep
W:to have you back up on your feet standing tall
W:but the hedgehog, it seems
W:is in apathy's thrall,
W:for the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
W:
W:You should know that a horse
W:Will support you of course,
W:And will give of his best though he stumble and fall,
W:But a hedgehog would rather
W:Remain in his stall,
W:For the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
Towards midnight the few humans remaining in the bar gravitated to the ladies' table where I learned another of the popular songs in the city of Ankh-Morpork: A Wizard's Staff Has A Knob On The End...
X:3
T:A Wizard's Staff Has A Knob On The End % title
C:Myscha Aiken % composer
O: % origin.
M:3/4 % meter
L:1/4 % length of shortest note
Q:240 % tempo
P:ABA
K:F % key
V:1 % voice 1
P:A (VERSE)
"F" z z C | F2 F | F F d | c A G | F2 A | "C" B2 c | d2 e | "F" f2 z |
w:1.A wiz-ard's staff has a knob on the end and runes run up the shaft, It's
w:2.A wiz-ard's staff has a knob on the end, Some are made from thinking wood,
z z C | F2 F | F2 d | c A G | F G A | "C" B2 A | G F E | "F" F2 z ||
w:1.long and proud and sti-ff and loud, It's the pride of wi-z-ard-craft._
w:2.With~a sapi-ent pear you'd be out to there, And you'd go blind, yes_ you would._
P:B (CHORUS)
z z C | "F" F2 F | F F d | c A G | F2 A | "C" G E D | C2 "F" C | D C A | F2 C |
w:A Wiz-ard's staff has a knob on the end, a knob on the end, a knob on the end, A
F2 F | F F d | c A G | F2 "C" A | G A G | C D E | "F" F2 F ||
w:Wiz-ard's staff has a knob on the end, and what he does with it is ma-gic!
W:A wizard's staff has a knob on the end
W:That looks like a silver nut
W:If you start to bleat when he's taken your seat
W:He'll crack it up your butt.
W:
W:(Chorus.)
W:
W:A wizard's staff has a knob on the end
W:And the odd frog knows it's true
W:When your staff has a bend then the spell you send
W:Can fly right back at you.
W:
W:(Chorus)
W:
W:A wizard's staff has a knob on the end
W:Most useful if they knew it
W:It's just that fem isn't magical to them
W:So they never ever do it.
W:
W:(Chorus)
W:
W:(last verse maestro please)
W:A wizard's staff has a knob on the end
W:And you may think it's tragic
W:That no matter how strong or thick or long
W:All he can do with it is magic.
W:
W:(Chorus) To convert the code above to sheet music, or listen to the tunes, copy the code for a single song, then paste it here and [submit].  
What could possibly be better than celebrating Saint Patrick's Day 2008 at the Buggleskelly Motor Show? Sponsored by Flanagan's Garage the highlight of this year's show is Mr. O'Rafferty's kit-car. Internationally famous as the founder of Ireland's home-built car industry, Dinny O'Rafferty's roadster is a superb example of Irish ingenuity and engineering skill. Capable of an astonishing 90mph on just one gallon of Guinness, it remains the envy of more sophisticated automotive designers.  X:68 % number
T: O'Rafferty's Motor Car % title
C:Tommie Connor % composer
O:Songs and Dances of Ireland% origin.
M:6/8 % meter
L:1/8 % length of shortest note
P:AB
Q:180 % tempo
K:C % key
V:1 % voice 1
P:A
G |: "C" ccc "F" ccc | "C" c2 G EFG | "D7" A2 c "G7" d2 B | "C" c3-c2 G |
w:Now Din-ny O' Raf-fer-ty's mo-tor car is the great-est I de-clare,_ It's
Gcc "F" c2 c | "C" c2 G E2 G | "D7" A2 d d2 c | "G7" B3-B2 G |
w:made up of bits and piece-s that he's picked up here and there,_ The
"F" A2 A A2 c | "Em" B2 G EFG | "F" A2 G "G7" F2 A |"C" G3-GGG |
w:en-gine must be age-s old but it's still got lots of power,_ With a
Gcc "F" cBc | "C" c2 G EFG | "D7" A2 c "G7" d2 B | "C" c3-c2 G ||
w:gal-lon of stout in the pet-rol tank it does nine-ty miles an hour!_ Oh
P:B
"C" e2 c cBc | e2 c cGG | "D7" A2 c "G7" B2 c |
w:What a won-der-ful mo-tor car, it's the great-est ev-er
"C" c3-c2 G | Gcc "F" ccc | "C" c2 G EFG | "D7" A2 d d2 c |
w:seen!_ It used to be black as me fath-er's hat, now it's For-ty Shades of
"G7" B3-B2 G | "F" A2 A A2 c | "Em" B2 G EFG | "F" A2 G F2 A |
w:Green!_ On T. V. and the Ra-di-o and in ev-'ry pub-lic
"C" G3-G2 G | "F" G2 c "F#dim" c2 c | "C" c2 G EGG | "D7" ABc "G7" d2 B |
w:bar,_ the burn-ing ques-tion of the day is O'-Raf-fer-ty's mo-tor
[1-4 "C" c3-c2 z | z4 z G : |[5 "C" c3-c z3 : |
w:car!_ Now car!_
W:
W:Now two of the wheels are triangular and the third one's off a pram.
W:The Fourth is the last remaining wheel from off a Dublin tram,
W:The number plate's in Gaelic and the plugs won't even spark,
W:And the chassis came off of a tinker's cart that collapsed in Phoenix Park.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now go for a ride in that motor car and you'll end up with the shakes;
W:The road from Cork to Dublin is a vale of pains and aches,
W:When traffic lights turn red ahead then you'd best jump out the door,
W:For the minute that Dinny treads on the brake, then his foot goes through the floor!
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now if you could see the upholstery, then your eyes would start to pop,
W:It's nothing but empty beer crates with a load of sacks on top.
W:The windscreen's gone to Lord-knows-where and there's mothballs in the horn,
W:And I reckon he'd only get half a quid if he took it to the pawn.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Now Dinny was driving 'round last week when the engine did the splits!
W:It went up in smoke and nearly blew O'Connell Street to bits!
W:They searched for Dinny and they found he'd landed up by heck
W:Away on top of the G.P.O.1 with his L-plates2 round his neck!
W:
W:Chorus
1. General Post Office 2. L-plates, used to identify a learner driver X:69 % number
T:My Car % title
C:Myscha Aiken % composer
O:Deer Run Lane Asylum for the Musically Incompetent % origin.
M:4/4 % meter
L:1/4 % length of shortest note
Q:240 % tempo
K:C % key
V:1 % voice 1
F D C F | C D C F | D C F2 |
w:I bought a car to-day, I got a good deal!
F G D E | D G D E | D G E D | G2 z C |
w:It has-n't got a sun-roof or a ste-er-ing wheel, but
D E E D | C E C D | C F F E | ^D =D2 z |
w:It's got a lot of fea-tures that I think are re-al neat;
D D G G | A G2 F | D E F ^F | G3 z |
w:I can e-ven e-ject from the pas-sen-ger seat!
W:
W:I took it to the carwash to get the full wax
W:It made the rust fall off, but it filled all the cracks
W:Then out onto the motorway, we really had fun
W:We shot a ring and blew smoke till we blacked out the sun!
W:
W:Underneath the dashboard I pulled out a loose wire,
W:It turned the heater on and the dashboard caught fire!
W:I doused it with my mug of tea, you know what I mean,
W:And when the sparks stopped we had a smoky windscreen.
W:
W:I sold my car today, the buyer paid cash.
W:I didn't hang about, I was gone in a flash.
W:It's hard to get the parts for these peculiar makes;
W:It hasn't got an oil filter, headlamps or brakes!To convert the code above to sheet music, or listen to the tunes, copy the code for a single song, then paste it here and [submit].
Over the past few weeks I've been putting a lot of energy into several projects, and felt perhaps it was time to take a break for a bit. The idea of spending a couple of hours with some good company and a drink or two seemed very appealing. I don't know what I said, or did, or whether it was Bacchus or Vulcan that I offended, but that quiet drink was interrupted by a fire alarm. X:55 % number
T:The Old Dun Cow % titleC:Anon. % composer
O:Irish drinking song % origin.M:4/4 % meterL:1/4 % length of shortest note
Q:240 % tempo
P:ABA
K:C % key
V:1 % voice 1P:A B G E E | B G E E | e e/d/ c/d/ e | e B3 |
w:Some friends and I in a public house was play-in' dom-in-oes one nightB A ^F F | B G E E | E ^F F/^G/ ^A F | B3 z |
w:When into the pub a fire-man ran, his face all a chalk-y white!B G E E | B G E E | e e/d/ c/d/ e | e B3 |
w:"What's up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a~ghost? or have you seen your Aunt Mar-iah?"^f g g f | ^f e d B | A B e ^d | ^f e3 ||
w:"Me Aunt Mar-iah be buggered!" says he, "the bleed-in' pub's on fire!"
P:B
B G E E | B G E E | e/d/ c/d/ e/d/ e | B2 A2 |
w:And there was Brown, up-side down, mop-ping up the whis-ky on the floor. "Booze!"
^F>B G E | E E ^F F | ^F/^G/ ^A/^F/ | B2 "_(clap!"z "_clap!)"z |
w:"Booze!" The fire-men cried, as they came knock-ing on the door!
B G E E | B G E E | e e/d/ c/d/ e | e B2 "_Macintyre!"z |
w:Oh don't let~'em in till~it's all drunk up! Some-bo-dy shout-ed Mac-In-tyre! e/^f/ g e ^f | d e/^f/ e/d/ B | G/A/ B e ^d | ^f e2 z |]w:Well we all got blue-blind par-a-lyt-ic drunk when the Old Dun Cow caught fire!
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W:Chorus
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W:"Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me.
W:And it's down to the cellar If the fire's not there. Then we'll have a grand old spree."
W:So we went on down after good old Brown, The booze we could not miss
W:And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more Till we were all quite pissed.
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W:Chorus
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W:Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap! clap!)
W:Started takin' off his pantaloons, Likewise his shoes and socks.
W:"Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed, Ya cannot do that thing here.
W:Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub When we got Guinness beer."
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W:Then there came from the old back door The Vicar of the local church.
W:And when he saw our drunken ways, He began to scream and curse.
W:"Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods! You've taken to a drunken spree!
W:You drank up all the Benedictine wine And you didn't save a drop for me!"
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W:Chorus
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W:And then there came a mighty crash - Half the bloody roof caved in!
W:We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose But still we were gonna stay.
W:So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks And we nailed ourselves inside
W:And we sat drinking the finest Rum Till we were bleary-eyed.
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W:Chorus
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W:Later that night, when the fire was out We came up from the cellar below.
W:Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk. Our heads was hanging low.
W:"Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer. Seems something raised his ire.
W:"Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub, It closes on the hour!"  To convert the code above to sheet music, or listen to the tunes, copy the code for a single song, then paste it here and [submit].
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