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    BBob Dylan • Arthur Mcbride (аккорды и текст - chords & lyrics)


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    Capo - 2nd fret
    
    Oh me[G] and my cousin one A[G]rthur McBride
    As we[C] went a-wal[G]king down by[Am7] the seasi[C]de
    A-ma[G]rking what followed and what[G] might betide
    For it being on Christmas mo[D]rning
    And f[G]or recreation we we[G]nt on a tramp
    And we met[C] Sergeant Har[G]per and Cor[Am7]poral R[C]amp
    And the li[G]ttle wee drummer intending to camp
    For the day being pleasant and cha[D]rming[G]
    
    "Good morning, good morning" the Sergeant he cried
    "And the same to you gentlemen" we did reply
    Intending no harm as we 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 fists
    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
    He always is blessed with a charming young wife
    And he pays all his debts without sorrow and strife
    And he 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 look 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 scruple for to send us to France
    Where we would get shot without warning
    
    "Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll hear no such chat
    And I never 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 odds
    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 sides
    We flung them as far as we could in the tide
    "Now take them out, devils," cried Arthur McBride
    "And temper their edge in the morning"
    And the little wee drummer we flattened his pouch
    And we made a foot-bowl of his rowdy-dowd-dowd
    Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
    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
    But 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
    

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