Yarr, in need of more drinking songs says I.

[Captain Rumpli]

Thar be a song by the name of the Old Dun Cow that me ears have been craving. Do any of ye scabless scurvy infested dogs know of any dirty shameless pirate groups that sing a good version of it?

I be liking the Bilge Pumps, and I be looking fer similar singing crews.

YARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

[Christine]

Hmmm.....doesn't sound familiar.

The Poxy Boggards has some great stuff tho! Funny stuff as well. :)

http://www.poxyboggards.com

[Capt. Z]

me jus foud n irish drinkin song the other day, i'll post it another day tho

[Capt. Z]

me gots a pirate song too

[BonnieStrangeways]

I fyou're looking for drinking songs, and don't mind a shameless plug on my part, check out the Thryce Wycked Wenches at www.getwycked.org

Good drinking music, and just all around good time. We'll also be at PIP in two months.

[Trapper]

If'n ye goes t' the mp3 section o' the sea shanty forum, ye can find an mp3 o' me band's song, "Boozin'", a good ol' drinkin' song.

In the meantime, here are the words to The Old Dun Cow--and if ye wants the tune, I can probably turn a recording of me band's version into an mp3 an' upload it here.

THE OLD DUN COW

Some friends and I in a public house, were playin' dominoes one night,

When all of a sudden, in the pubman rushed, his face a chalkey white!

"What's up?" says Brown.

"Have ye seen a ghost? Have ye seen yer Aunt Maria?"

"Well me Aunt Maria be buggered!" says he. "This bleedin' pub's on fire!"

(ch)

Oh, there was Brown, upside down, moppin up the whiskey on the floor.

Booze! Booze! the firemen cried as they came knockin' at the door.

Don't let 'em in 'til it's all mopped up!

Somebody shouted, "MacIntyre!" (MacIntyre!)

And we all got blueblind paralytic drunk when the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

"On fire," says Brown, "What a bit of luck! What a bit of luck!" cried he.

"For down in the cellar if the door ain't locked we can have a hell of a spree."

So we all went down with good old Brown, and the beer we could not miss.

And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more, before we all got pissed (drunk).

ch

MacPherson went to the port wine tub and gave it just a few hard knocks.

He started in takin' off his pantaloons, likewise his boots and socks.

"Hold on," says Brown, "if ye want t' wash yer feet, we've a bucket of fourale here.

"Don't go washin' yer trotters in the port wine tub when we've got so much stale beer (or Rainier)."

ch

All of a sudden came an awful crash! Half the bloody roof gave way.

We was half drowned in the firemens' hose, but still we all was gay.

So we got some sacks and some old tin tacks and we bunged ourselves inside.

And we started in drinkin' that good old scotch 'til we was bleary-eyed.

ch

[Trapper]

If'n ye goes t' the mp3 section o' the sea shanty forum, ye can find an mp3 o' me band's song, "Boozin'", a good ol' drinkin' song.

In the meantime, here are the words to The Old Dun Cow--and if ye wants the tune, I can probably turn a recording of me band's version into an mp3 an' upload it here.

THE OLD DUN COW

Some friends and I in a public house, were playin' dominoes one night,

When all of a sudden, in the pubman rushed, his face a chalkey white!

"What's up?" says Brown.

"Have ye seen a ghost? Have ye seen yer Aunt Maria?"

"Well me Aunt Maria be buggered!" says he. "This bleedin' pub's on fire!"

(ch)

Oh, there was Brown, upside down, moppin up the whiskey on the floor.

Booze! Booze! the firemen cried as they came knockin' at the door.

Don't let 'em in 'til it's all mopped up!

Somebody shouted, "MacIntyre!" (MacIntyre!)

And we all got blueblind paralytic drunk when the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

"On fire," says Brown, "What a bit of luck! What a bit of luck!" cried he.

"For down in the cellar if the door ain't locked we can have a hell of a spree."

So we all went down with good old Brown, and the beer we could not miss.

And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more, before we all got pissed (drunk).

ch

MacPherson went to the port wine tub and gave it just a few hard knocks.

He started in takin' off his pantaloons, likewise his boots and socks.

"Hold on," says Brown, "if ye want t' wash yer feet, we've a bucket of fourale here.

"Don't go washin' yer trotters in the port wine tub when we've got so much stale beer (or Rainier)."

ch

All of a sudden came an awful crash! Half the bloody roof gave way.

We was half drowned in the firemens' hose, but still we all was gay.

So we got some sacks and some old tin tacks and we bunged ourselves inside.

And we started in drinkin' that good old scotch 'til we was bleary-eyed.

ch

[Trapper]

Oh, an' if'n ye be on the West Coast, me band, Coventry, does a fine acapella version of it.

Trapper