Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur
As we went a-walkin' down by the
Now mark followed and what did betide
For it on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we on a tramp
And we met sergeant and corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer to camp
For the day bein' pleasant and

"Good morning, good morning," the he cried
"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 fist
And a in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the king's health in the

"For a soldier, he a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming wife
And he pays all his debts sorrow or strife
And he always lives pleasant and
And a soldier, he is decent and clean
In the of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor go dirty 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 one night, for you know
If you do, be flogged in the morning
And although we're single and free
We great delight in our own company
We have no strange places to see
Although that your offers are

"And we have no desire to your advance
All and dangers we barter on chance
For have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot warning"
"Oh no," says the sergeant, "I'll have no chat
And neither will I it from snappy young brats
For if you insult me with one other
cut off your heads in the morning"

And and I, we soon drew our hogs
We scarce them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty came over their head
And bid them take as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the
"Now them up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride
"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 bade it a tedious
And we no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to two bloody backs
And we lathered there like a pair of wet sacks
And left for dead in the morning

And so, to conclude and to finish
We obligingly if they wanted recruits
For we the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid look sharp in the mornin'

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur
As we went a-walkin' down by the
Now mark what and what did betide
For it on Christmas mornin'