Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

"Good morning, good morning," the he cried
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did
no harm but meant to pass by
For it bein' on mornin'
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you enlist
Ten in gold I'll stick to your 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 life
And he always is blessed with a charming young
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 finest of clothing constantly seen
While poor fellows 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 not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be in the morning
And that we're single and free
We take great delight in our own
We have no strange places to see
Although that your offers are

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

And Arthur and I, we soon our hogs
We scarce gave them time to draw their own
a trusty shillelagh 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 Arthur
"And temper their in the mornin'!"

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

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 them look sharp in the

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