Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur
As we went a-walkin' by the seaside
Now mark what 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 drummer 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 harm but meant to by
For it bein' on Christmas
"But," says he, "My fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll 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 very life
And he is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts sorrow or strife
And he lives pleasant and charmin'
And a soldier, he is decent and clean
In the finest of he's constantly seen
While poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your
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 we're single and free
We great delight in our own company
We have no strange places to see
Although your offers are charming

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

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

And the wee drummer, we flattened 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 no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no to their two bloody backs
And we lathered them like a pair of wet sacks
And them for dead 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 hard
And bid look sharp in the mornin'

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