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


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


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


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