Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

"Good morning, morning," the sergeant he cried
"And the to you, gentlemen," we did reply
no harm but meant to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas
"But," says he, "My fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold stick to your fist
And a in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And the king's health in the morning

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

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

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

And Arthur and I, we soon drew our
We scarce gave them time to draw their own
When a shillelagh came over their head
And bid them that as fair warning
And their old rusty that hung by their sides
We them 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
Threw it in the tide for to and to roll
And bade it a tedious
And we no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no to their two bloody backs
And we lathered them there a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the

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

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