Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he
"And the same to you, gentlemen," we did
no harm but meant to pass by
For it bein' on mornin'
"But," he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to 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 is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts sorrow or strife
And he always pleasant and charmin'
And a soldier, he always is decent and
In the finest of he's constantly seen
While other fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin in the morning"

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

"And we have no to take your advance
All hazards and we barter on chance
For have no scruples for to send us to France
we would get shot without warning"
"Oh no," the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
And neither I take it from snappy young brats
For if you insult me with one other
I'll cut off your in the morning"

And Arthur and I, we soon drew our
We scarce them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over head
And bid them take as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their
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 wee drummer, we flattened 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 off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two bloody
And we lathered them 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 wanted
For we were the lads who would give them clouts
And bid them look sharp in the

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'