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Arthur Macbride Tab

by Christy Moore


Not my work got it off a friend. but it is a good Irish song recorded by many people and 
been around (in some shape or form) since about 200 years ago.

Even Dylan recorded it. Has also been done by Christy Moore, Paul Brady and the Fureys.

               Arthur MacBride


I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
                                 
he and I took a stroll down by the seaside
                                       
a seeking good fortune and what might the tide
                             
it was just as the day was a dawning
                                    
And after we rested we went on a tramp
                                   
we met Seargeant Napper and Corporal Cramp
                           
and a little wee drummer who beat up our camp
                              
with his rowdy dou dou in the morning



He said my young fellows if you will enlist
                                 
a guinea you quickly shall have in your fist
                                       
and besides a crown for to kick up the dust
                             
and drink the King's health in the morning
                                    
but had we been such fools as to take the advance
                                   
the wee bit of money we'd have to run chance
                           
do you think it no scuples for to send us to France
                              
where we would be killed in the morning



He says my young fellows if I hear but one word
                                 
instantly now will out with my sword
                                       
and into your bodies as strength might afford
                             
so now me gay devils take warning
                                    
but Arthur and I we soon took the odds
                                   
and we gave them no chance for to draw out their swords
                           
our wacking shillelaghs came over their heads
                              
and paid them right smart in the morning



As for the wee drummer we rifled his pouch
                                 
and we made a football of his rowdy dou dou
                                       
and into the ocean for to rock and to roll and
                             
barring the day its returning
                                    
as for the ould rapier that hung by his side
                                   
we flung as far as we could in the tide
                           
To the divil I pitch you says Arthur McBride
                              
to temper your edge in the morning.