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Arthur Macbride

Christy Moore
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D-DU-UDU
I  had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
 he and  I took a  stroll  down by the seaside
 a seeking  good fortune and what might the  tide
 it was  just as  the day was  a dawning
 And after  we rested we went  on a tramp
 we  met Seargeant  Napper and  Corporal Cramp
 and a  little wee drummer who  beat up our camp
 with his  rowdy dou  dou in the morning
He  said my young fellows if you will enlist
 a guinea  you quickly  shall  have in your  fist
 and  besides a crown for to kick up the dust
 and drink  the  King's health  in the  morning
 but had  we been such fools  as to take the  advance
 the  wee bit of  money we'd have  to run chance
 do you  think it no scuples for  to send us to France
 where  we would be  killed in the morning
He  says my young fellows if I hear but one word
 instantly  now will  out  with my sword
 and  into your bodies as strength might afford
 so now  me gay  devils take  warning
 but Arthur  and I we soon took  the odds
 and  we gave them  no chance  for to draw out  their swords
 our wacking  shillelaghs came  over their heads
 and paid  them right  smart in the  morning
As  for the wee drummer we rifled his pouch
 and we  made a football  of his rowdy dou  dou
 and  into the ocean for to rock and to roll  and
 barring  the day  its returning
 as for  the ould rapier that  hung by his  side
 we  flung as far  as we could  in the tide
 To the  divil I pitch you says  Arthur McBride
 to temper  your edge  in the morning.

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Readable chord sheet for Arthur Macbride by Christy Moore

[D]I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
he and[G] I took a[D] stroll[Em] down by the se[G]aside
a [D]seeking good fortune and what might th[Bm]e tide
it w[D]as just [Em]as the day [G]was a dawn[A]ing
And [D]after we rested we we[G]nt on a tramp[D]
we[G] met Searg[D]eant Napper an[Em]d Corporal Cr[G]amp
and a[D] little wee drummer who[Bm] beat up our camp
with [A]his rowdy [G]dou dou in the mo[D]rning

[D]He said my young fellows if you will enlist
a guin[G]ea you qu[D]ickly s[Em]hall have in yo[G]ur fist
an[D]d besides a crown for to kick up the d[Bm]ust
and [D]drink th[Em]e King's he[G]alth in th[A]e morning
but [D]had we been such fool[G]s as to take [D]the advance
th[G]e wee bit [D]of money we'd [Em]have to run c[G]hance
do yo[D]u think it no scuples f[Bm]or to send us to France
where[A] we would [G]be killed in the [D]morning

[D]He says my young fellows if I hear but one word
instan[G]tly now w[D]ill out[Em] with my sword [G]
an[D]d into your bodies as strength might a[Bm]fford
so n[D]ow me ga[Em]y devils ta[G]ke warning[A]
but [D]Arthur and I we soon [G]took the odds[D]
an[G]d we gave [D]them no chance[Em] for to draw [G]out their swords
our w[D]acking shillelaghs came[Bm] over their heads
and p[A]aid them r[G]ight smart in the[D] morning

[D]As for the wee drummer we rifled his pouch
and we[G] made a f[D]ootball[Em] of his rowdy d[G]ou dou
an[D]d into the ocean for to rock and to ro[Bm]ll and
barr[D]ing the [Em]day its ret[G]urning    [A]
as f[D]or the ould rapier th[G]at hung by hi[D]s side
we[G] flung as [D]far as we coul[Em]d in the tide[G]
To th[D]e divil I pitch you say[Bm]s Arthur McBride
to te[A]mper your [G]edge in the morni[D]ng.

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