Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

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

"For a soldier, he a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a young wife
And he pays all his without sorrow or strife
And he always lives and charmin'
And a soldier, he is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly
While poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them, as I
But you dare not change them one night, for you
If you do, you'll be in the morning
And although that single and free
We great delight in our own company
We have no desire places to see
Although your offers are charming

"And we have no desire to take advance
All hazards and dangers we on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to
Where we get shot without warning"
"Oh no," says the sergeant, "I'll have no chat
And will I take it from snappy young brats
For if you me with one other word
I'll cut off heads in the morning"

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

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

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

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