Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did
Intending no harm but to pass by
For it bein' on 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 in the morning

"For a soldier, he leads a very fine
And he always is blessed with a charming young
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 seen
While other poor go dirty and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

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

"And we have no to take your advance
All and dangers we barter 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 such
And neither will I take it from young brats
For if you insult me with one other
I'll cut off heads in the morning"

And and I, we soon drew our hogs
We scarce gave them time to draw own blades
When a trusty came over 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 in the tide
"Now take up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their 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 there a pair of wet sacks
And them for dead in the morning

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

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 Christmas