Arthur McBride Songtext
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Arthur McBride Songtext
I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
He and I took a stroll down by the seaside
A seeking good fortune and what might betide
′Twas just as the day was a dawning
Then after resting we both took a tramp
We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp
Besides the wee drummer who beat up for camp
With his rowdy dow dow in the morning
He says, "My young fellows, if you will enlist
A guinea quickly shall have in your fist
Besides a crown for to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning"
Had we been such fools as to take the advance
Though we bit a more than we had to run chance
For you think it no scruple to send us to France
Where we would be killed in the morning
He says, "My young fellows, if I hear but one word
I 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 in the odds
We gave them no chance for to launch out their swords
Our whacking shillelaghs came over their heads
And paid them right smart in the morning
As for the wee drummer we rifled his pouch
And we made a football of his rowdy dow dow
And into the ocean to rock and to roll
And bade it the tedious returning
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"
He and I took a stroll down by the seaside
A seeking good fortune and what might betide
′Twas just as the day was a dawning
Then after resting we both took a tramp
We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp
Besides the wee drummer who beat up for camp
With his rowdy dow dow in the morning
He says, "My young fellows, if you will enlist
A guinea quickly shall have in your fist
Besides a crown for to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning"
Had we been such fools as to take the advance
Though we bit a more than we had to run chance
For you think it no scruple to send us to France
Where we would be killed in the morning
He says, "My young fellows, if I hear but one word
I 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 in the odds
We gave them no chance for to launch out their swords
Our whacking shillelaghs came over their heads
And paid them right smart in the morning
As for the wee drummer we rifled his pouch
And we made a football of his rowdy dow dow
And into the ocean to rock and to roll
And bade it the tedious returning
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"
Writer(s): Paul Brady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

