Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

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

"For a soldier, he a very fine life
And he always is blessed a charming young wife
And he all his debts without sorrow or strife
And he always pleasant and charmin'
And a soldier, he always is and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly
other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin 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 flogged in the
And although that we're and free
We great delight in our own company
We have no desire places to see
Although that your are charming

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

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

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

And so, to conclude and to disputes
We obligingly asked if they recruits
For we were the lads who would them hard clouts
And bid them 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