Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one McBride
As we a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and did betide
For it bein' on mornin'
Now, for recreation, we on a tramp
And we met sergeant Napper and Vamp
And a little wee drummer 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 on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will
Ten in gold I'll stick to your fist
And a in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the health in the morning

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

"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be of your clothes
For you've the lend of them, as I suppose
But you dare not change them one night, for you
If you do, you'll be flogged in the
And that we're single and free
We take great delight in our own
We no desire strange places to see
that your offers are charming

"And we have no desire to your advance
All hazards and we barter on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to us to France
Where we would get without warning"
"Oh no," the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
And will I take it from snappy young brats
For if you me with one other word
I'll cut off heads in the morning"

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

And the wee drummer, we flattened his bow
And we made a of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to
And bade it a returning
And we no money, paid them off in cracks
We no respect to their two bloody backs
And we lathered there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the

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

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