Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

"Good morning, good morning," the he cried
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did
Intending no harm but 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 in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the king's in the morning

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

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

"And we no desire to take your advance
All and dangers we barter on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to
Where we get shot without warning"
"Oh no," the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
And will I take 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 drew our hogs
We scarce them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh 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 in the tide
"Now take them up, devils!" cried McBride
"And their edge in the mornin'!"

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

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

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