Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one McBride
As we a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did
For it on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we went on a
And we met Napper and corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer intending to
For the day pleasant and charmin'

"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he
"And the to you, gentlemen," we did reply
no harm but meant to pass by
For it bein' on mornin'
"But," he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten in gold I'll stick 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 a very fine life
And he always is blessed a charming young wife
And he all his debts without 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 go dirty and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of clothes
For you've only the lend of them, as I
But you dare not change one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be in the morning
And although that we're single and
We take delight in our own company
We have no desire places to see
Although your offers are charming

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

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

And the little wee drummer, we his bow
And we made a of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to
And bade it a tedious
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 left for dead in the morning

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

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