Arthur McBride

Originale	La versione di Andy Irvine eseguita dai Planxty
ARTHUR MCBRIDE	ARTHUR McBRIDE AND THE SEARGEANT
I once knew a fellow called Arthur McBride	I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
And his pleasure was walking down by the seaside	he and I took a stroll down by the seaside
A-walking, a-talking, a-viewing the tide	a seeking good fortune and what might the tide
If the weather was pleasant and charming	it was just as the day was a dawning
So gay and so gallant we went on a tramp	And after we rested we went on a tramp
We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp	we met Seargeant Napper and Corporal Cramp
And the bonnie little drummer who roused up the camp	and a little wee drummer who beat up our camp
With his rowdedowdow in the morning	with his rowdy dou dou in the morning
What ho, my good fellows, the sergeant did cry	He said my young fellows if you will enlist
The same to you, sergeant, we made to reply	a guinea you quickly shall have in your fist
There was nothing more said and we made to pass by	and besides a crown for to kick up the dust
All on that bright summer's morning	and drink the King's health in the morning
What ho, my good fellows, if you would enlist	but had we been such fools as to take the advance
Ten guineas in gold I would slap in your fist	the wee bit of money we'd have to run chance
And a crown in the bargain to kick up the dust	do you think it no scuples for to send us to France
And to drink the King's health in the morning	where we would be killed in the morning
Oh no my good sergeant, we are not for sale	He says my young fellows if I hear but one word
Though we're fond of our country your bribes won't avail	instantly now will out with my sword
Though we're fond of our country we care not to sail	and into your bodies as strength might afford
For we are the boys of the morning	so now me gay devils take warning
If you would insult me without any word	but Arthur and I we soon took the odds
I swear by my king I would draw my broad sword	and we gave them no chance for to draw out their swords
And I'd run through your body as strength me afford	our wacking shillelaghs came over their heads
Ere you could breathe out the morning	and paid them right smart in the morning
We laid the little drummer as flat as a shoe	As for the wee drummer we rifled his pouch
We made a football of his rowdedowdoo	and we made a football of his rowdy dou dou
The sergeant, the corporal, we knocked out the two	and into the ocean for to rock and to roll and
For we were the boys of the morning	barring the day its returning
And as for the weapons that hung by their side	as for the ould rapier that hung by his side
We flung them as far as we could in the tide	we flung as far as we could in the tide
And the devil go with you, says Arthur McBride	To the divil I pitch you says Arthur McBride
For spoiling our walk in the morning.	to temper your edge in the morning.