Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur
As we a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas
Now, for recreation, we went on a
And we met sergeant Napper and corporal
And a little wee drummer to camp
For the day pleasant 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 on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll to your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the
And drink the king's in the morning

"For a soldier, he leads a fine life
And he is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts sorrow or strife
And he always lives and charmin'
And a soldier, he is decent and clean
In the finest of he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

"But," Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud 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, be flogged in the morning
And although we're single and free
We great delight in our own company
We have no desire strange to see
Although that your offers are

"And we have no desire to your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on
For have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot warning"
"Oh no," the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
And neither will I take it 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 gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over head
And bid them that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that by their sides
We them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them up, devils!" Arthur McBride
"And temper their in the mornin'!"

And the little wee drummer, we his bow
And we made a 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 off in cracks
We paid no respect to two bloody backs
And we lathered them there a pair of wet sacks
And left for dead in the morning

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

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