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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Oh,
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me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
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As we went a-walkin' down
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down by the seaside
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Now mark what followed
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
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Now, for recreation,
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we went on a tramp
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And we met sergeant Nap
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per and corporal Vamp
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And a little wee drummer
intending to camp
For the day bein' pleasant
and charmin'
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"Good morning,
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good morning," the sergeant he cried
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gentlemen," we did reply
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Intending no harm but
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meant to pass by
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For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
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"But," says he,
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"My fine fellows, if you will enlist
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Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist
And a crown in the bargain
for to kick up the dust
And drink the king's health in the morning
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Verse 3
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"For a soldier,
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he leads a very fine life
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And he always is blessed with
a charming young wife
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And he pays all his debts
without sorrow or strife
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And he always lives pleasant
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and charmin'
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he always is decent an d clean
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In the finest of clothing
While other poor fellows
go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the
Interlude 1
morning"
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"I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
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For you've only the lend of them,
as I suppose
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But you dare not change them one night,
If you do, you'll be flogged
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And although that we're single and free
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We take great delight
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We have no desire strange places to see
Verse 5
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"And we have no desire
to take your advance
All hazards and dangers
we barter on chance
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For you'd have no scruples
for to send us to France
Where we would get shot
without warning"
"Oh no," says the sergeant,
"I'll have no such chat
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And neither will I take it from
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snappy young brats
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For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in
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the morning"
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And
Verse 6
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Ar thur and I,
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We scarce gave them time to
draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh
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came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers
that hung by their sides
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We flung them as far as we
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could in the tide
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"Now take them up,
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devils!" cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the mornin'!"
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Verse 7
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And the little wee drummer,
we flattened his bow
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And we made a football of
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Threw Threw Threw it in the tide
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for to rock and to roll
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And bade it a tedious returning
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And we havin' no money,
paid them off in cracks
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We paid no respect to their
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And we lathered them there
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like a pair of wet sacks
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And left them for dead in the morning
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Verse 8
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And so, to conclude and to finish disputes
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We obligingly asked if they
wanted recruits
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For we were the lads who would
And bid them look sharp in
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the mornin'
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Verse 9
cousin,
one Arthur McBride
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As we went a-walkin' down
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down by the seaside
Now mark what followed
Outro 1
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
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