Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he
"And the to you, gentlemen," we did reply
Intending no but meant to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas
"But," he, "My fine 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 health in the morning

"For a soldier, he leads a very fine
And he always is with a charming 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 of clothing he's constantly seen
other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

"But," Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
For only the lend 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 we're single and free
We take great delight in our own
We have no strange places to see
Although that your are charming

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

And Arthur and I, we drew our hogs
We scarce them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty came over their head
And bid them take as fair 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 edge in the mornin'!"

And the little wee drummer, we his bow
And we made a of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the 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 two bloody backs
And we them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for in the morning

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

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