Chords for Arthur McBride - Paddy O'Connor & Friends

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All me and me cousin, one Arthur McBride, As we went a-walkin' [A] down by the [D] seaside,
We met Sergeant Lover and Corporal [G] Pryde, The [D] day being [A] Christmas morning. _
[D] Good morning, good morning, the sergeant did [E] cry, [G] And the [D] same to you gentlemen [A] we did reply,
[D] _ Intending no harm, we just meant to [E] pass by, The [G] day being [D] pleasant and [A]
[D] charming. _ _ _ _ _ _
What's a seeming fine fellows if you will enlist, [G] It's ten [D] guineas in bold I [A] will slip in your [D] fist,
And a crown and a bargain for to pick up the dust, And drink the king's health in the [A] morning. _
[D] For a soldier he leads a very fine [G] life, And he [D] always is blessed with a [A] charming young [D] wife,
While other are fellows of sorrow and strife, [A] And [D] suppant and rude in the morning. _ _ _ _ _ _
What says Arthur I wouldn't be proud of your clothes, [G] For you [D] only lend out them [A] now as I suppose,
[D] And dare not change them one night if you dare, For you know you'll be [A] flogged in the morning. _
[D] And we have no desire to take your [E]
[G] advance, For [D] all of the dangers [A] we'd not take the [D] chance,
That you'd have no scruples and send us to France, Where you know we'd be shot in the morning.
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_ _ _ Oh no says the sergeant if I hear one more [G] word, I pray thee [D] right now [A] we'll drought me [D] so,
And into [G] your [D] body the strength will afford, Now the young devils [A] take warning.
_ [D] But Arthur and I we count it the odd, And [G] we scarce give [D] them time for [A] to draw their own [D] blades,
With our trusty chalets we bash them their heads, And pay them right smart in the morning. _ _ _ _ _
And the rusty old rapiers that haung by their sides, [G] We flung [D] them as far [A] as we could in the [D] tide,
Now take that Jim Dibbles, write Arthur McBride, And temper your steel in the morning.
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[D] And a little wee drummer we clapped in this pouch, And [G] we [D] made a football of [E] his [A] rowdy dow [D]-dow,
Gave it in to the ocean for to rock and to roll, And bid it the tedious _ returning.
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Oh me and me cousin one Arthur McBride, [G] As we [D] went a-walking [A] down by the [D] seaside,
A-seeking good fortune what might it tide, [G] In being [D] on Christmas _ morning.
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