Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one McBride
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 and corporal Vamp
And a wee drummer intending to camp
For the day bein' and charmin'

"Good morning, good morning," the he cried
"And the to you, gentlemen," we did reply
no harm but meant to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas
"But," says he, "My fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold stick to your fist
And a in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the health in the morning

"For a soldier, he leads a fine life
And he always is blessed with a young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or
And he always lives and charmin'
And a soldier, he always is and clean
In the finest of clothing constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and
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 them one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be in the morning
And although we're single and free
We take great delight in our own
We no desire strange places to see
that your offers are charming

"And we have no desire to take advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on
For have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get without warning"
"Oh no," says the sergeant, "I'll have no such
And will I take it from snappy 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 time to their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came their head
And bid them take that as fair
And their old rusty that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we in the tide
"Now take 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
Threw it in the tide for to and to roll
And bade it a tedious
And we no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to two bloody backs
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet
And left them for in the morning

And so, to conclude and to finish
We asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them 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 followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas