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 on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we on a tramp
And we met sergeant Napper and Vamp
And a little wee drummer to camp
For the day bein' 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 on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fellows, if you will 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 always is and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly
While other fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on gruel in the morning"

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

"And we have no desire to take your
All hazards and dangers we on chance
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 chat
And neither will I take it from snappy brats
For if you insult me one other word
cut off your heads in the morning"

And Arthur and I, we drew our hogs
We scarce gave time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their
And bid them take that as fair
And their old rusty that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we in the tide
"Now take them up, devils!" cried McBride
"And temper their 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 no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to two bloody backs
And we them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for in the morning

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

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