DESCRIPTION:
http://stpatricksdayparty.net Old Dun Cow (MacIntyre) is the latest Celtic song release from Marc Gunn's album "Not Every Day Is St Patrick's Day". This album features 20 tracks of great music and poetry for your St Patrick's day celebrations. Please like and share the video if you enjoy the song.

It's on sale everywhere starting two months before St Patrick's day on January 17, 2013. Buy the album on iTunes, amazon, or cdbaby. Just follow the link at http://celticmusic.org/buy-cds/marc-gunn-cds/not-every-day-is-st-patricks-day/




ABOUT MARC GUNN, THE CELTFATHER
http://www.marcgunn.com/
Irish drinking songs and science fiction. Nowhere else but from the bizarre imagination of Marc Gunn would those elements be so neatly integrated. It's like a satirical jam session between The Clancy Brothers and Weird Al Yankovic featuring Celtic-style songs about hobbits, cats, kilts, Firefly, Star Wars, Star Trek, plus, Gunn's rockin' acoustic renditions of traditional Scottish and Irish songs.

Nicknamed "The Celtfather", Gunn is a champion of indie Celtic music. He quit his day job in 2005 to pursue music full-time. He got involved in podcasting during his downtime. His Irish & Celtic Music Podcast is one of the top 20 music podcasts on iTunes. It was voted the #1 Best Podsafe Music Podcast in the People's Choice Podcast Awards in 2009 and 2010. His Celtic Music Magazine is published monthly and goes out to over 20,000 subscribers. He has given away over 20,000,000 MP3s since he began his Celtic music career.



OLD DUN COW (MACINTYRE) LYRICS
http://irish-song-lyrics.com/old-dun-cow-macintyre/
words and music Harry Wincott, final verses Brad Howard

Some friends and I in a public house
Was playing a game of chance one night
When into the pub a fireman ran
His face all a chalky white.
"What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,
Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"
"Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!", says he,
"The bleedin' pub's on fire!"

And there was Brown upside down
Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor.
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
As they came knockin' on the door (clap clap)
Oh don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up
And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE!
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

"Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck.
Everybody follow me.
And it's down to the cellar
If the fire's not there
Then we'll have a grand old spree."
So we went on down after good old Brown
The booze we could not miss
And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more
Till we were quite pissed.

Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)
Started takin' off his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed
Ya cannot do that thing here.
Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub
When we got Miller Lite beer."

Then there came from the old back door
The Vicar of the local church.
And when he saw our drunken ways,
He began to scream and curse.
"Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!
You've taken to a drunken spree!
You drank up all the Benedictine wine
And you didn't save a drop for me!"

And then there came a mighty crash
Half the bloody roof caved in.
We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose
But still we were gonna stay.
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
And we nailed ourselves inside
And we sat drinking the finest Rum
Till we were bleary-eyed.

Later that night, when the fire was out
We came up from the cellar below.
Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.
Our heads was hanging low.
"Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer.
Seems something raised his ire.
"Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub,
It closes on the hour!"