Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

Oh, me and my cousin, one McBride
As we went a-walkin' by the seaside
Now mark followed and what did betide
For it bein' on mornin'
Now, for recreation, we went on a
And we met sergeant and corporal Vamp
And a wee drummer intending to camp
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 fellows, if you will enlist
Ten in gold 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 leads a very fine
And he always is blessed a charming young wife
And he all his debts without sorrow or strife
And he always lives pleasant and
And a soldier, he always is and clean
In the finest of clothing he's seen
other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin in the morning"

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

"And we no desire to take 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 neither will I take it snappy young brats
For if you insult me with one word
cut off your heads in the morning"

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

And the little wee drummer, we his bow
And we made a football of his
Threw it in the for to rock and to roll
And it a tedious returning
And we havin' no money, paid them off in
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 disputes
We obligingly if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard
And bid them look in the mornin'

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