Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur
As we went a-walkin' by the seaside
Now what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas
Now, for recreation, we went on a
And we met sergeant Napper and Vamp
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
Intending no but meant to pass by
For it on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fellows, if you will enlist
Ten in gold I'll stick to your fist
And a crown in the for to kick up the dust
And drink the king's health in the

"For a soldier, he a very fine life
And he always is with a charming 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 he's seen
While other fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin in the morning"

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

"And we have no desire to your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on
For you'd no scruples for to send us to France
we would get shot 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 with one other
I'll cut off your in the morning"

And Arthur and I, we soon drew our
We scarce them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their
And bid them take that as warning
And their old rusty rapiers hung by their sides
We them as far as we could in the tide
"Now them 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
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to
And bade it a returning
And we no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two bloody
And we lathered them like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for in the morning

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

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