We paid no respect to their two bloody backs,Īnd we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks,Īnd so, to conclude and to finish disputes, Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll,Īnd we havin’ no money, paid them off in cracks. “Now take them up, devils!” cried Arthur McBride,Īnd the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow,Īnd we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow, We flung them as far as we could in the tide, When a trusty shillelagh came over their headĪnd their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides, “I’ll have no such chat,Īnd neither will I take it from snappy young brats,įor if you insult me with one other word,Īnd we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades Where we would get shot without warning,”
“And we have no desire to take your advance,Īll hazards and dangers we barter on chance,įor you’d have no scruples for to send us to France, We take great delight in our own company, If you do, you’ll be flogged in the morning, “But,” says Arthur, “I wouldn’t be proud of your clothes,įor you’ve only the lend of them, as I suppose,īut you dare not change them one night, for you know While other poor fellows go dirty and mean, In the finest of clothing he’s constantly seen. “For a soldier, he leads a very fine life,Īnd he always is blessed with a charming young wife,Īnd he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife,Īnd he always lives pleasant and charmin’,Īnd a soldier, he always is decent and clean, Ten guineas in gold I’ll stick to your fist,Īnd a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust,Īnd drink the king’s health in the morning. “But,” says he, “My fine fellows, if you will enlist, “And the same to you, gentlemen,” we did reply, “Good morning, good morning,” the Sergeant he cried. Mark now what followed and what did betide,Īnd we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal VampĪnd a little wee drummer intending to camp, Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride,Īs we went a-walkin’ down by the seaside,
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