Arthur McBride Chords

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[Verse 1]
[D]I h[G]ad a[A] fi[D]rst cousin
called Arthur McBride
He and [G]I took a[D] stroll
down [Em]by the seas[G]ide
A [D]-seeking good fortune
and what might betide
T 'was just as the daylight was [G]dawning
[A]And aft[D]er resting we bot[G]h took a tramp
[A]We met[G] Sergeant Har[D]per in Cor[Em]poral Cramp
[G]Besides the[D] wee drummer
who beat up our camp
With his rowdy dow [Em]-dow
in [G]the morn[D]in'[G]
[A]He sai[D]d, me young fellows, if you will enlist
A [G]guinea you [D]quickly will [Em]have in your fist
[G]Besides a c[D]rown for to kick up the dust
And drink the king's health in the [G]mornin'
[A]Had we [D]been such fools
as [G]to take the advance,
[A]The[G] wee bit of [D]morn we
[Em]had to run c[G]hance,
For you [D]think it no scruple
to send us to France,
Where we would be [Em]killed
in [G]the morn[D]in'.[G]
[A]He [D]said, me young fellows,
if I hear but one word,
I in[G]stantly [D]now will out[Em]with my [G]sword,
And [D]into your bodies a strength [A]will [D]af ford,
So now my gay devils take [G]warning,
[A]But Ar [D]thur and I,
[G]we took in [A]the odds.
[G]We gave them no [D]chance
for [Em]to launch out their [G]swords,
Or [D]whacking shillelaghs came
[A]over their head[D]s,
And we paid them [Em]right smart
in [G]the morn[A]ing.
[D]As [G]for[A] the wee drumm[D]er,
we rifled [A]his [D]pouch,
And [G]we made a foot[D]ball
of his [Em]rowdy dowtow,
[G]And int[D]o the ocean to rock and to row,
And bad and metedious re[G]turning.
[A]As for[D] the old rapier that
hun[G]g by his [A]side,
We flun[G]g it as f[D]ar as we
[Em]could in [G]the tide,
To the [D]devil I pitch you,
Arthur MacBride,
To temper your [Em]steel in [G]the morning. [D]you[G]