Arthur MacBride

I had a first cousin called Arthur Mac Bride,
He and I took a stroll down by the seaside
A-seeking good fortune and what would betide
'Twas just as the morning was dawning.
Then after resting we both took a tramp
We met sergeant Harpur and Corporal Cramp,
Beside the wee drummer that beat up for camp,
With his row-do-dow-dow in the morning.

He says my good fellows ifyou will enlist
Tin guineas in gold you shall have in your fist,
Besides a crown to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning.
If we'd been such a fool as to take the advance
The wee a bit more we had to run chance
For you'd think it no scruple to send us to France,
Where we would be shot in the morning.

He says my good fellows if I hear but one word
I instantly now will out with my sword
And into your body as strength will afford
So now my gay fellows take warning.
But Arthur and I we took the odds
We gave them no time for to launch out the swords
With a sprig of shillelagh we gave them some blows
And paid them right smart in the morning.

As for the wee drummer we rifled his pou'
And made a football of his row-do-dow-dow
Threw it into the ocean to rock and to row
And wished it a tedious returning.
As for the old rapier that hung by his side,
We threw it as far as we could in the tide
To the devil I pitch you says Arthur MacBride
To temper your edge in the morning.
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