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 and corporal Vamp
And a little wee intending to camp
For the day pleasant and charmin'

"Good morning, good morning," the he cried
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did
Intending no but meant to pass by
For it on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to 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 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 constantly
While other poor go dirty and mean
And sup on thin in the morning"

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

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

And Arthur and I, we soon drew our
We scarce gave them to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh over their head
And bid them take that as fair
And their old rusty that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the
"Now take them up, devils!" 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 their two bloody
And we lathered them there like a of wet sacks
And left for dead in the morning

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

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