Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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
Now, for recreation, we on a tramp
And we met sergeant Napper and Vamp
And a wee drummer intending to camp
For the day bein' and charmin'

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

"For a soldier, he leads a very life
And he always is blessed with a young wife
And he pays all his debts sorrow or strife
And he always lives and charmin'
And a soldier, he always is and clean
In the finest of he's constantly seen
other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin in the morning"

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

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

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

And the little wee drummer, we his bow
And we made a football of his
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to
And bade it a returning
And we havin' no money, paid them off in
We paid no respect to two bloody backs
And we lathered them there like a of wet sacks
And them for dead in the morning

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

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