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Arthur McBride

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  • Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
    As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
    Mark know what followed and what did betide
    For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
    Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp
    And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
    And a little wee drummer intending to camp
    For the day bein' pleasant and charming.
    "Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he cried
    "And the same to you gentleman," we did reply
    Intending no harm but means to pass by
    For it bein' on Christmas morning
    "But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
    Ten guineas in gold I'll stick in your fist
    And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
    And drink the king's health in the morning.
    "For a soldier, he leads a very fine life
    And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
    And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strike
    And he always lives pleasant and charmin'
    And a soldier he always is decent and clean
    In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
    While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
    And sup on thin gruel in the morning".
    "But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
    For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose
    But you're dare not change them one night, for you know
    If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning
    And although that we're single and free
    We take great delight in our own company
    We have no desire strange places to see
    Althoug that your offers are charming.
    "And we have no desire to take your advance
    All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
    For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
    Where we could get shot without warning"
    "Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
    And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
    For if you insult me with one other word
    I'll cut off your heads in the morning".
    And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs
    And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
    When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
    And bid them take that as fair warning
    And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
    We flung them as far as we could in the tide
    "Now take them up, devils !" cried Arthur McBride
    "And temper their edge in the morning!".
    And the little wee drummer, we flattered his bow
    And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
    Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
    And bade it a tedious returning
    And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks
    We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
    And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
    And left them for dead in the morning.
    And so, to conclude and to finish disputes
    We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
    For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
    And bid them look sharp in the morning.
    Oh, me and my cousin, one Artur McBride
    As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
    Mark now what followed and what did betide
    For it bein' on Christmas morning.
  • Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
    As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
    Mark know what followed and what did betide
    For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
    Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp
    And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
    And a little wee drummer intending to camp
    For the day bein' pleasant and charming.
    "Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he cried
    "And the same to you gentleman," we did reply
    Intending no harm but means to pass by
    For it bein' on Christmas morning
    "But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
    Ten guineas in gold I'll stick in your fist
    And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
    And drink the king's health in the morning.
    "For a soldier, he leads a very fine life
    And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
    And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strike
    And he always lives pleasant and charmin'
    And a soldier he always is decent and clean
    In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
    While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
    And sup on thin gruel in the morning".
    "But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
    For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose
    But you're dare not change them one night, for you know
    If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning
    And although that we're single and free
    We take great delight in our own company
    We have no desire strange places to see
    Althoug that your offers are charming.
    "And we have no desire to take your advance
    All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
    For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
    Where we could get shot without warning"
    "Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
    And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
    For if you insult me with one other word
    I'll cut off your heads in the morning".
    And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs
    And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
    When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
    And bid them take that as fair warning
    And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
    We flung them as far as we could in the tide
    "Now take them up, devils !" cried Arthur McBride
    "And temper their edge in the morning!".
    And the little wee drummer, we flattered his bow
    And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
    Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
    And bade it a tedious returning
    And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks
    We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
    And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
    And left them for dead in the morning.
    And so, to conclude and to finish disputes
    We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
    For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
    And bid them look sharp in the morning.
    Oh, me and my cousin, one Artur McBride
    As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
    Mark now what followed and what did betide
    For it bein' on Christmas morning.

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