Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Macbride

Me and me cousin, one McBride, he and I took a stroll, down by the seaside
A seek for good fortune and what be tide, bein' just as the day was a dawnin'
And then after restin' we both took a tramp, and met Sgt. Harper and Cpl. Cram, besides the wee drummer, who beat up the camp, with his row-de-dow-dow in the

Count me out of your fortune and fame, I would rather be here be slain, This is where I'll die, Lost in the moss of the isle.

He says 'My young fellows, if you will enlist, a Guinea you quickly will have in your
a Crown for to kick up the dust and drink the King's health in the morning'
Had we been such fools as to take the the wee bitter morning we had run to chance
For you'd think it no scruple to send us to France where we would be in the morning

As for the wee we rifled his pouch and we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
And into the ocean to rock and to row and bade him a returning
As for the old rapier that hung by his side we flung it as far as we could in the
To the I bid you says Arthur McBride to temper your steel in the morning