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| I h | ad a first cousin called | Arthur McBr | ide ( .. Oh me & my cousin, one Arthur McBride) |
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| He and | I took a st | roll down | by the seas | ide |
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| Se | eking good fortune and w | hat might bet | ide |
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| It was j | ust as the d | ay was a'd | awnin' |
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| A | fter restin' we both took a tramp |
| We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp |
| Besides the wee drummer who beat up the camp |
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| With his | row-dee-dow-d | ow in the m | ornin[]g | [] |
| He says my young fellows if you will enlist |
| A guinea you quickly will have in your fist |
| Besides a crown for to kick up the dust |
| And drink the King's health in the morning |
| For a soldier he leads a very fine life |
| He always is blessed with a charming young wife |
| And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife |
| And always lives happy and charming |
| And a soldier he always is decent and clean |
| In the finest of garments he's constantly seen |
| While other poor fellows go dirty and mean |
| And sup on thin gruel in the morning |
| Says Arthur, I wouldn't be proud of your clothes |
| You've only the lend of them as I suppose |
| And you dare not change them one night or you know |
| If you do you'll be flogged in the morning |
| And although we are single and free |
| We take great delight in our own company |
| And we have no desire strange countries to see |
| Although your offer is charming |
| And we have no desire to take your advance |
| All hazards and danger we barter on chance |
| and you'd have no scruples to send us to France |
| Where we would be shot without warning |
| And now says the sergeant, if I hear but one word |
| I'll instantly now will out with my sword |
| And into your bodies as strength will afford |
| So now my gay devils take warning |
| But Arthur and I we took the odds |
| We gave them no chance to launch out their swords |
| Whacking shillelaghs came over their heads |
| And paid them right smart in the morning |
| As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pow |
| And made a football of his row-do-dow-dow |
| Into the ocean to rock and to roll |
| And bade it a tedious returnin' |
| As for the old rapier that hung by his side |
| We flung it as far as we could in the tide |
| To the Devil I pitch you, says Arthur McBride |
| To temper your steel in the morning |
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| The above is solely MY INTERPRETATION of this great song, in a format aimed at learning guitarists. |
| No attempt has been made to copy or reproduce the artist's or publisher's sheet music for the song, |
| if such exists. |
| It can be used for INFORMATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY. To play the song as it should be played, you should |
| purchase the official sheetmusic for the song. You should also purchase and listen to the song to learn |
| the rhythm and timing of the song - this is essential if you wish to play the song with any degree of accuracy |
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