Misc Traditional – Arthur Mcbride (Guitar)

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Me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride, he and I took a stroll

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Down by the sea-side; a-seekin' good fortune and what may betide,

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'Twas just as they was a-dawning. Then after a resting we both took

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a tramp and we met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp, besides the wee

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drummer who beat for the camp, with his rowdy-dow-dow in the morning

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He said, "Me young fellows if you will enlist,

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A guinea you quickly shall have in your fist

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Be-sides a crown for to kick up the dust

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And to drink the king's health in the mor-ning"

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Had we been such fools as to take the advance

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With a wee bit of money we'd have to run chance

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"Do you think it no scruples to send us to France

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Where we should be killed in the morning?"

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He said, "Me young fellows if I hear but one word

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I instantly now will out with my sword

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And into your bodies as strength will sup-port

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So now me gay devils take warn-in"

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But Arthur and I we both too the odds

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And we gave them no chance for to launch out their swords

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Our whackin' shil-lelaghs came over their heads

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And we paid them right smart in the morning

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And as for the drummer, we flattened his bough

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And made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow

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And into the ocean to rock and to roll

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Bearin the day it's return-in

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And as for the rapier he hung by his side

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We threw it as far as we could in the tide

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"To the devil I pit you!" says Arthur McBride

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TO temper your steel in the morning