G D G Oh me and my cousin one Arthur McBrideC G Am C As we went a-walking down by the seaside,G C G Em Now mark what followed and what did betideG D For it being on Christmas morning.G Em And for recreation we went on a trampC G Am C And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Cramp.G C G Em And the little wee drummer intending campG D G For the day being pleasant and charming. [Verse 2]G D G “Good morning, good morning” the Sergeant did cry.”C G Am C “And the same to you gentlemen,” we did replyG C G Em Intending no harm as we meant to pass byG D For it being on Christmas morning.G Em But says he “My fine fellows if you will enlistC G Am C It’s ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fistsG C G Em And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dustG D G And drink the King’s health in the morning. [Verse 3]G D G For a soldier he leads a very fine lifeC G Am C And he always is blessed with a charming young wife,G C G Em And he pays all his debts without sorrow and strifeG D And always lives pleasant and charming.G Em And a soldier he always is decent and cleanC G Am C In the finest of clothing he’s constantly seenContinues after the adG C G Em While other poor fellows look dirty and meanG D G And sup on thin gruel in the morning.” [Verse 4]G D G Says Arthur, “I wouldn’t be proud of your clothesC G Am C For you’ve only the lend of them, as I suppose,G C G Em And you dare not change them one night for you knowG D If you do you’ll be flogged in the morning.G Em And although that we are single and free,C G Am C We take great delight in our own companyG C G Em And we have no desire strange faces to seeG D G Although that your offers are charming. [Verse 5]G D G And we have no desire to take your advance,C G Am C All hazards and dangers we barter on chance.G C G Em For you would have no scruples for to send us to FranceG D Where we would get shot without warning.”G Em “Oh no,” says the Sergeant, “I’ll have no such chatC G Am C And I neither will take it from spalpeen or bratG C G Em For if you insult me with one other wordG D G I’ll cut off your heads in the morning.” [Verse 6]G D G And then Arthur and I we soon drew our oddsC G Am C And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own bladesG C G Em When a trusty shillelagh came over their headsG D And bade them take that as fair warning.G Em And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sidesC G Am C We flung them as far as we could in the tideG C G Em “Now take them out, devils,” cried Arthur McBride,G D G “And temper their edge in the morning.” [Verse 7]G D G And the little wee drummer we flattened his pouchC G Am C And we made a football of his rowdy dow dowG C G Em Threw it in the tide for to rock and to rollG D And bade it a tedious returning.G Em And we having no money, paid them off in cracksC G Am C And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs,G C G Em But we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacksG D G And left them for dead in the morning. [Verse 8]G D G And so to conclude and to finish disputesC G Am C We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits,G C G Em For we were the lads who would give them hard cloutsG D And bid them look sharp in the morning.G Em Oh me and my cousin one Arthur McBrideC G Am C As we went a-walking down by the seaside,G C G Em Now mark what followed and what did betideG D G For it being on Christmas morning.
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