Well, boys and girls, here's my very feeble attempt.

Burning of the Still

Way down in Lawrenceburg
There was whiskey still
That caught afire late one night
My ghost haunts there still
My ghost haunts there still

It burnt down a warehouse
Where all the whiskey kegs lay
The firemen they tried their best
But the booze they could not save
But the booze they could not save

The fire it crawled through the walls
And lit up the nearby town
But at the dawning of the day
The warehouse it was down
The warehouse it was down

20,000 barrels went up
In those glorious flames
Reaching higher into the sky
Playing their fiery games
Playing their fiery games

I stood beside the Kentucky River
Watching the whiskey flow
Down into the great water wide
Into the swirling depths below
Into the swirling depths below

I jumped on down the soggy bank
Down into the freezing cold
Feeling the whiskey burn in me
Twas a wondrous sight to behold
Twas a wondrous sight to behold

I was swimming around all drunkenly
A-staggering with the tide
When my leaden body began to sink
With the pain that stabbed my side
With the pain that stabbed my side

Down I sank into the rushing depths
To the swimming rocks below
Water and whiskey filled my lungs
It was such a happy way to go
It was such a happy way to go

So now I still stand upon the bank
Watching the fires lick the sky
As the warehouse burns to the ground
That night the whiskey died
That night the whiskey died

Amergin