Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he
"And the to you, gentlemen," we did reply
Intending no harm but to pass by
For it on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fellows, if you will enlist
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 is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without or strife
And he always lives pleasant and
And a soldier, he is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and
And sup on gruel in the morning"

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

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

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

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

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

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'