[00:46.685]Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
[00:51.210]As we went a-walking down by the seaside
[00:55.721]Now, mark what followed and what did betide
[00:59.707]For it being on Christmas morning
[01:04.220]
[01:05.019]Out for recreation, we went on a tramp
[01:09.267]And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
[01:13.790]And a little wee drummer, intending to camp
[01:18.038]For the day being pleasant and charming
[01:24.679]
[01:26.800]"Good morning, good morning!", the sergeant did cry
[01:30.514]"And the same to you, gentlemen!", we did reply
[01:35.573]Intending no harm but meant to pass by
[01:39.820]For it being on Christmas morning
[01:44.333]
[01:44.868]But says he, "My fine fellows if you will enlist
[01:48.845]It's ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fist
[01:53.629]And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
[01:57.879]And drink the King's health in the morning"
[02:03.986]
[02:04.258]"For a soldier he leads a very fine life
[02:08.509]And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
[02:13.020]And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
[02:17.008]And always lives pleasant and charming"
[02:21.792]
[02:22.314]"And a soldier he always is decent and clean
[02:26.039]In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
[02:31.089]While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
[02:35.599]And sup on thin gruel in the morning"
[02:42.979]
[03:19.907]"But", says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
[03:24.154]For you've only the lend of them as I suppose
[03:29.203]And you dare not change them one night, for you know
[03:33.451]If you do you'll be flogged in the morning"
[03:37.702]
[03:37.962]"And although that we are single and free
[03:42.222]We take great delight in our own company
[03:46.999]And we have no desire strange faces to see
[03:51.519]Although that your offers are charming"
[03:57.091]
[03:57.355]"And we have no desire to take your advance
[04:01.614]All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
[04:06.661]For you would have no scruples for to send us to France
[04:10.911]Where we would get shot without warning"
[04:16.755]
[04:19.932]"Oh now!", says the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
[04:23.397]And I neither will take it from spalpeen or brat
[04:27.909]For if you insult me with one other word
[04:32.420]I'll cut off your heads in the morning"
[04:36.942]
[04:37.466]And then Arthur and I we soon drew our hods
[04:41.718]And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
[04:46.764]When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
[04:51.287]And bade them take that as fair warning
[04:56.858]
[04:57.391]And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their side
[05:01.378]We flung them as far as we could in the tide
[05:06.428]"Now take them out, Divils!", cried Arthur McBride
[05:10.937]"And temper their edge in the morning"
[05:14.926]
[05:15.460]And the little wee drummer we flattened his pow
[05:19.973]And we made a football of his rowdeydowdow
[05:25.018]Threw it in the tide for to rock and to row
[05:29.802]And bade it a tedious returning
[05:34.315]
[05:34.852]And we having no money, paid them off in cracks
[05:39.625]And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs
[05:44.149]For we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
[05:49.195]And left them for dead in the morning
[05:52.909]
[05:53.706]And so to conclude and to finish disputes
[05:57.955]We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
[06:03.264]For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
[06:07.524]And bid them look sharp in the morning
[06:34.617]
[06:34.877]Oh me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
[06:39.402]As we went a walkin' down by the seaside
[06:44.175]Now mark what followed and what did betide
[06:48.425]For it being on Christmas morning

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by the seaside
Now, mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning
Out for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer, intending to camp
For the day being pleasant and charming
"Good morning, good morning!", the sergeant did cry
"And the same to you, gentlemen!", we did reply
Intending no harm but meant to pass by
For it being on Christmas morning
But says he, "My fine fellows if you will enlist
It's ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning"
"For a soldier he leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And always lives pleasant and charming"
"And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning"
"But", says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them as I suppose
And you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do you'll be flogged in the morning"
"And although that we are single and free
We take great delight in our own company
And we have no desire strange faces to see
Although that your offers are charming"
"And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you would have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot without warning"
"Oh now!", says the sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
And I neither will take it from spalpeen or brat
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning"
And then Arthur and I we soon drew our hods
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
And bade them take that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their side
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them out, Divils!", cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the morning"
And the little wee drummer we flattened his pow
And we made a football of his rowdeydowdow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to row
And bade it a tedious returning
And we having no money, paid them off in cracks
And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs
For we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning
And so to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning
Oh me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning