Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one McBride
As we went down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did
For it on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we on a tramp
And we met sergeant Napper and Vamp
And a little wee intending to camp
For the day bein' pleasant and

"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did
Intending no but meant to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas
"But," says he, "My fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the
And drink the king's in the morning

"For a soldier, he a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young
And he pays all his debts without or strife
And he lives pleasant and charmin'
And a soldier, he is decent and clean
In the finest of he's constantly seen
While poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

"But," says Arthur, "I be proud of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them, as I
But you dare not them one night, for you know
If you do, be flogged in the morning
And although we're single and free
We take great in our own company
We have no desire strange to see
that your offers are charming

"And we no desire to take your advance
All and dangers we barter on chance
For you'd no scruples for to send us to France
Where we get shot without warning"
"Oh no," says the sergeant, "I'll have no such
And neither will I it from snappy young brats
For if you insult me with one other
I'll cut off heads in the morning"

And Arthur and I, we soon drew our
We scarce gave them time to their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came their head
And bid them that as fair warning
And their old rusty that hung by their sides
We flung as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them up, devils!" cried Arthur
"And temper edge in the mornin'!"

And the little wee drummer, we his bow
And we made a of his rowdy-dow-dow
it in the tide for to rock and to roll
And it a tedious returning
And we havin' no money, paid them off in
We paid no respect to two bloody backs
And we lathered them there a pair of wet sacks
And them for dead in the morning

And so, to conclude and to disputes
We asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard
And bid them sharp in the mornin'

Oh, me and my cousin, one McBride
As we went down by the seaside
Now mark what and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas