Chords for Spailpin - Arthur McBride

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[D] _ _ _ _ _ Oh me and me cousin one Arthur Mac cried As we went a-walkin' down [C#m] by the [D] seaside
We met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Pryde The day being [C#m] Christmas morning
[D] Good morning, good morning, the sergeant did cry [G] And the same to [D] you gentlemen [A] we did reply
Intending no harm we just meant to pass by [G] The day being [D] pleasant and charming _ _ _
What says he me fine fellows if you will enlist It's ten guineas in gold I will [C#m] slip in your [D] fist
And crown the bargain for to take up [E] the [G] dust And drink the [D] king's health in the [A] morning
[D] For a soldier he leads a very fine life And he always is blessed [C#m] with a charming young
[D] While others rose of sorrow and [E] strife And slept off [D] in gruel in the morn
_ _ _ _ What says Arthur I wouldn't be proud of your [G] clothes For you only [D] lend out them [A] now as I suppose
[D] And you dare not change them one night if you dare [G] For you know you'll be ploughed [A] in the morn
[D] And we have no desire to take your [G] advance For all [D] of the dangers [F#] we'd not take the [D] chance
That you'd have no scruples and send us [E] to France Where you know we'd [D] be shot in the morn _ _ _ _
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_ _ Oh no says the sergeant if I hear one more word I quickly right now [E] will drought [D] me soul
And in tear bodies a strength will afford So now me young devils [A] take warning
[D] But Arthur and I we counted the odds [G] And we scarce [D] given time for to [A] draw their own dates
With our trusty chalet we bashed in their heads And paid them right smart in the morn
_ _ _ _ And the rusty old rapiers that hung by their sides We flung them as far as [A] we could in the [D] tide
Now take that ye devils bright Arthur McBride And temper your steel in the [A] morn
[D] And a little wee drummer we flapped in this pouch And we made a football of his [C#m] row
[D] He went into the ocean for to rock and to roll And bade it a tedious _ returning _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Oh me and me cousin one Arthur McBride [E] As we went a-walking down by the [D] seaside
A-seeking good fortune and what might it [Gm] tide In being [D] on Christmas morning _ _ _ _
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