Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

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

"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 and charmin'
And a soldier, he always is and clean
In the finest of he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your
For you've only the lend of them, as I
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 great in our own company
We have no desire places to see
Although that your offers are

"And we have no to take your advance
All and dangers we barter on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to us to France
Where we would get shot warning"
"Oh no," says the sergeant, "I'll have no such
And neither 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 soon drew our
We scarce gave them time to draw their own
When a trusty shillelagh came over head
And bid them take that as warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their
We flung as far as we could in the tide
"Now them up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their in the mornin'!"

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

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

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