Chords for Arthur McBride

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_ _ _ _ Me and my cousin won out the McBride, as we went a [Eb]-walkin' down by the seaside.
[Bb] I'm up, what bothers?
What did we tag?
Probably bein' old-fashioned [F] this morning.
_ _ _ [Bb] Out for recreation we went on a tramp, [Eb] and we met Sergeant Napier in Copperville Vamp.
And [Bb] a little feet dumber, and turned into camp by a day bein' pleasant and charming. _ _
_ _ Good morning, good morning, the sergeant did cry, and the same to you gentlemen we did reply.
Intended no harm, but went to pass by, partying on Christmas [F] morning.
_ _ _ [Bb] I says he my fine fellow, said he will enlist, [Eb] ten guineas in [Bb] gold, I'll step in his.
And a crown and a bargain, but I'll kick up the dust, and drink the king's health in the morning. _ _ _ _
For a soldier he leads a very fine life, [Eb] and he always is [Bb] blessed with a [Eb] charming young wife.
[Bb] And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife, and he always lives pleasant [F] and charming.
_ _ [Bb] And a soldier he always is decent and clean, in the finest of clothing he's constantly seen.
Well I bet those fellas good that he ain't mean, and step off in the groove in the morning.
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_ _ But says Arthur I wouldn't be proud of you, cuz, for you've only the lend of them as [Eb] I suppose.
[Bb] You dare not change them one night for you know, if you do you'll be flogged in the [F] morning.
_ [Bb] And although [Eb] that we're single and free, we take greedy life in our own company.
[Bb] We have no desire of strange places to see, although that your offers are charming.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ And we have no desire to take [Eb] advance, all hazards [Bb] and dangers we bought our own chance.
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France, where we would get shot without warning. _
_ _ Oh no says the sergeant [Eb] I'll have no such [Eb] chat, and neither [Bb] will take [Eb] it from a slouchy old [Bb] brat.
For if you insult me with one other word, I'll cut off your heads in [F] the morning.
[Bb] And Arthur and I we soon do our [Eb] hearts, we scarce [Bb] give them time to drive their own blades.
When a trusty chalet they came over their heads, and paid them take that as fair warning.
_ _ _ And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides, we'd flung them as far as [Eb] we could in.
[Bb] And I'll take them out devil's pride Arthur McBride, and temper their edges in [F] the morning.
_ [Bb] And the little wee drummer we flattened his [Eb] bow, and we made a [Bb] football of his [Eb] rowdy down town.
[Bb] Threw it in the tide for the rock and the roll, and bid it a tear's [F] return in.
_ And [Bb] we having no money paid them off in [Eb] tax, we paid no respect to their two bloody [Bb] backs.
And we lathered them there like a pale wet sack, and left them for dead in the [F] morning. _ _
_ And so to conclude and to finish this goose, we [Eb] obligingly asked if [Eb] they wanted [Bb] recruits.
For we were the lads who'd give them our clothes, and bid them look sharp in the morning. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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For me and my cousin one Arthur McBride, [Eb] passed away when we were walking down by the seaside.
[Bb] Now my foot followed and what did we tide, by being on [F] Christmas [Bb] morning. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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