Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one McBride
As we a-walkin' down 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 sergeant Napper and Vamp
And a little wee intending to camp
For the day pleasant and charmin'

"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did
Intending no but meant to pass by
For it bein' on mornin'
"But," he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in I'll stick to your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to up the dust
And drink the health in the morning

"For a soldier, he leads a fine life
And he always is with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or
And he always pleasant and charmin'
And a soldier, he always is decent and
In the of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor go dirty and mean
And sup on thin 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 change them one night, for you
If you do, you'll be flogged in the
And that we're single and free
We take great delight in our own
We no desire strange places to see
Although that offers are charming

"And we have no desire to take advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on
For you'd have no scruples for to us to France
Where we would get shot warning"
"Oh no," the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
And neither will I take it from snappy brats
For if you insult me one other word
I'll cut off heads in the morning"

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

And the little wee drummer, we his bow
And we made a football of his
it in the tide for to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious
And we havin' no money, them off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two backs
And we lathered them there like a 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 give them hard
And bid them look sharp in the

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 Christmas