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 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 intending to
For the day bein' and charmin'

"Good morning, good morning," the he cried
"And the to you, gentlemen," we did reply
Intending no harm but to pass by
For it on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you enlist
Ten guineas in I'll stick to your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to up the dust
And drink the king's in the morning

"For a soldier, he a very fine life
And he always is blessed a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or
And he lives pleasant and charmin'
And a soldier, he is decent and clean
In the of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your
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 we're single and
We take delight in our own company
We no desire strange places to see
Although that 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 chat
And neither will I take it from snappy young
For if you insult me with one word
cut off your heads in the morning"

And and I, we soon drew our hogs
We scarce gave 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 that by their sides
We flung as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them up, devils!" cried Arthur
"And their edge 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 no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no to their two bloody backs
And we lathered them there like a of wet sacks
And them for dead in the morning

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

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 mornin'