Arthur McBride chords by Keith Harkin
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Verse 1
(G major) 1, 2, 3, 2, 3, 4...
Pulled me in because
(C major) of what (G major) Ar thur McBride
As we went a -walkin'
down by (A minor) the seaside
No (G major) mark what follows what they betide
For it be an old Christmas morn (A minor) ing
Good (G major) morning, good morning,
(C major) the ser (G major) geant did cry
And the (C major) same to you,
gen (A minor) tlemen, we replied
(G major) Intended no harm, but meant to pass by
For it'd (C major) be an (G major) old Christmas morn (A minor) ing
And a (G major) soldier, he always is decent and clean
In the (C major) finest of (G major) clothing
he's (A minor) constantly (G major) seen
While other poor fellows
look dirty and mean
And (C major) sup off an (G major) d gruel in the morn (C major) ing
(G major) Says Arthur, I wouldn't (C major) be
proud (G major) of your clothes
For you've (C major) only a (G major) lend of them,
(A minor) as I suppose
And you dare (G major) not change
for one night that you know
If you (C major) do, you'll (G major) be flogged
in the morn (A minor) in' (G major)
And although that we (C major) are single (G major) and free
We take (C major) great (G major) delight in
our (A minor) own company
And we (G major) have no desire,
(C major) strange (G major) faces to see
Although (C major) that your offer
(G major) s are charm (A minor) ing (G major)
Oh no, says the sergeant,
I'll have no such chat
And I (C major) neither will take it (G major) from
Spalk (A minor) ing (G major) nor Bratton
For if you insult me (C major) with (G major) one other word
I'll (C major) cut off your (G major) head in the morn (A minor) ing
And then (G major) Ar thur and I,
we soon drew our odds
And we scarce (C major) gave (G major) them time
to turn (A minor) all the wrong blades
When a (G major) trusty chalet lay over their heads
And (C major) bade them (G major) take that as fair warn (A minor) ing
And they were (G major) all rusty rapiers
hung by their sides
And we flung them as far as
we could (A minor) in the tide
Now (G major) take them out devils,
(C major) cried (G major) Arthur McBride
And (C major) temper their (G major) edge in the morn (A minor) in'
(G major) And the little wee drummer
we flattened his pouch
And we made a football
of his rowdy dow -dow
And threw it in the tide
for to rock and to roll
And bid him a tedious (A minor) returnin' (G major) (C major) (G major)
Oh me and me cousin
what are the McBride
As (C major) we went (G major) walking down by (A minor) the seaside
Now (G major) mark what follows, what the betide
For it (C major) bein' a (G major) Christmas morn (A minor) in'
(G major) (G major)
Arthur McBride
Keith Harkin
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