Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur
As we a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did
For it bein' on 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
Intending no harm but meant to by
For it bein' on mornin'
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the
And drink the king's health in the

"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 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 wouldn't be proud of clothes
For you've the lend of them, as I suppose
But you dare not change them one night, for you
If you do, you'll be flogged in the
And although we're single and free
We take great delight in our own
We have no desire strange to see
Although that your offers are

"And we have no desire to take advance
All hazards and we barter on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to
Where we get shot without warning"
"Oh no," the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
And neither will I take it from snappy young
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 scarce gave them to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh over their head
And bid them that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers hung by their sides
We them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take up, devils!" cried Arthur McBride
"And temper edge 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 tedious
And we havin' no money, them off in cracks
We no respect to their two bloody backs
And we lathered there like a pair of wet sacks
And left for dead in the morning

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

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