The Old Dun Cow - Pyrates! - Live - Triskell Celtic Festival 2022

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The Old Dun Cow
Triskell Celtic Festival
July 29th 2022

2022 has been a year of returning to the stage for us, there have been some epic moments, and this show was one of them!

We had one of those days, we forgot a few of our usual cameras,
And some of the ones we had failed to work :/

Big thanks to Alex and Barbara for shooting the live concert!
The result is a mix of their camera work and our stage cameras :)

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The Old Dun Cow
(Trad Arr. D Gallows)

Some friends and I in a public house, playing dominoes one night
When into the bar, the barman came, His face all chalky white.
"What's up?", says Brown "Have you seen a ghost?"
"Have you seen me Aunt Moriah?"
"Oh, your Aunt Moriah be-jesus," says he, "The bloody pubs on fire"

"a fire?" says Brown, "What a bit of luck!
Everybody follow me, It's down to the cellar if the fire ain't there
So, we'll have a grand old spree"
We all went down with good old Brown,
For there the booze was free,
and we hadn't been 5 minutes there
Till we were drunk and disorderly

And there was Brown, upside down
lapping up the whiskey from the floor.
"Booze, booze" the firemen cried
As they come a knockin' at the door
"Well don't let em in till it's all lapped up”
Somebody shouted, "MacIntyre"
And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire

Tilady went down to the port wine tub
Gave it just a few hard knocks,
She started taking off her pantaloons,
Likewise her shoes and socks.
"hold up" says Brown, "no you can’t' do that.
No, You can't do that down here
Oh, you can't wash yer trotters in the port wine tub
When there's plenty of stale beer"

Just 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;
“oh, 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!”

Just then there came an awful crash,
Half the bloody roof gave way,
We were almost drowned by the fireman's hose,
oh we was feeling gay!
so up went the blocks and the old tin tacs,
and we locked ourselves inside
And we sat there drinking pints of beer,
Till we were bleary eye'd

Well Later that night, when the fire was out,
Came up from the cellar below.
Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.
Us heads was hanging low.
"Thank Christ!" says Brown with a look quite Clear
Seems something raised his ire.
"Now we gotta get down to Elm Tree Inn;
it closes in an hour!"

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Pyrates! Are an award winning sea shanty folk rock band who will take you on a musical excursion across the oceans themselves as they breathe new life back into sea shanties, traditional songs, old folk favourites and ballads whose origins have been forgotten and lost in time.

Known for their energetic and up-tempo performances, Pyrates! will be sure to have you tapping your foot and singing along in no time as they take to the stage with their unique brand of folk rock and maritime music.

Pyrates! can be found at: