Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

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

"For a soldier, he leads a very fine
And he always is blessed a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without or strife
And he always lives pleasant and
And a soldier, he always is and clean
In the finest of he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and
And sup on thin in the morning"

"But," says Arthur, "I be proud 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 great 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 on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to us to France
Where we would get without warning"
"Oh no," says the sergeant, "I'll no such chat
And neither I take it from snappy young brats
For if you insult me one other word
cut off your heads in the morning"

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

And the little wee drummer, we his bow
And we made a of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the for to rock and to roll
And bade it a returning
And we havin' no money, them off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two bloody
And we them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left for dead in the morning

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

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