Luyện nghe bài hát Arthur Mcbride

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

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

"For a soldier, he leads a very fine
And he always is with a charming young wife
And he all his debts without sorrow or strife
And he always lives and charmin'
And a soldier, he is decent and clean
In the finest of he's constantly seen
other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

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

"And we have no desire to take advance
All and dangers we barter on chance
For you'd no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot warning"
"Oh no," says the sergeant, "I'll have no chat
And neither I take it from snappy young brats
For if you me with one other word
I'll cut off heads in the morning"

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

And the little wee drummer, we his bow
And we made a football of his
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to
And bade it a tedious
And we no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no to their two bloody backs
And we lathered them like a pair of wet sacks
And them for dead in the morning

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

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