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Arthur McBride - Andy Irvine

Andy Irvine at Mighty Fine Guitars, Lafayette, CA, September 2012. A Vortex Production, filmed and edited by Jeff Peach. "Song lyrics graciously supplied by Patrick from 'AndyzFanz'. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: Although most recordings of this song spell Arthur's surname as 'McBride', Andy himself spelt it 'MacBride' in his songbook ('Aiming For The Heart'), where he also wrote: "This famous song would appear to me to have originated in Donegal or in Scotland. Its popularity was such that it travelled to England and America and has been recorded by Martin Carthy, Paul Brady and Planxty to name but a few. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arthur MacBride Words & Music: trad., arr. Andy Irvine I had a first cousin called Arthur MacBride He and I took a stroll down by the seaside Seekin' good fortune and what might betide 'T was just as the day was a-dawnin' Then after restin' we both took a tramp We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp Besides the wee drummer who beat up for camp With his rowdy-dow-dow in the morning He says: "My young fellows, if you will enlist A guinea you quickly will get in your fist Besides a crown for to kick up the dust And drink the king's health in the morning For a soldier he leads a very fine life He always is blessed with a charming young wife And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife Always lives happy and charming" "And a soldier he always is decent and clean In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen While other poor fellows go dirty and mean And sup on thin gruel in the morning" Says Arthur: "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes For you've only the lend of them as I suppose And you dare not change them one night for you know If you do you'll be flogged in the morning" "And now, me bold sergeant, we are not for sale We make no such bargain and your bribe won't avail We're not tired of our country and we don't care to sail Although that your offer is charming And if we were such fools as to take the advance It's right bloody slender would be our poor chance For you'd have no scruple but to send us to France Where we would be shot without warning" Now says the sergeant: "If I hear but one word I instantly now will out with my sword And into your bodies as strength will afford So now my gay devils take warning" But Arthur and I we took in the odds We gave them no chance for to launch out their swords Our whacking 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-dow-dow Into the ocean to rock and to roll We bade it a tedious returning As for the old rapier that hung by his side We flung it as far as we could in the tide "To the devil I pit you", says Arthur MacBride "To temper your steel in the morning!" -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------