From: ugo@eng.umd.edu (Ugo Piomelli)
Subject: Arthur McBride needs help
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 92 15:30:03 GMT
Organization: College of Engineering, University of Maryland, College Park
Originator: ugo@maserati.eng.umd.edu







These are the lyrics and chords for "Arthur McBride" a traditional Irish 
ballad about a pacifist who renounces non-violence.  My guess is
that it dates back to the Napoleonic wars. This is Paul Brady's version
(Planxty does a shorter one, with a slightly different chord progression)

I haven't been able to understand all the lyrics, although I have
listened very carefully both to Paul Brady's version and to Bob
Dylan's. I believe Dylan plays it in A (capo 2nd fret), and it's
slightly accelerated.  There are three or four spots in which I 
would appreciate the help of anyone with a better knowledge of
the words.  They have been appropriately marked in the text.


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{title:Arthur McBride}
{st:Traditional Irish}
{st:(Arrangement by Paul Brady)}

{c:Capo - 2nd fret}
Oh me[G] and my cousin one A[G]rthur McBride
As we[C] went a-wal[G]king down by[Am7] the seasi[C]de
A-ma[G]rking what followed and what[G] might betide
For it being on Christmas mo[D]rning
And f[G]or recreation we we[G]nt on a tramp
And we met[C] Sergeant Har[G]per and Cor[Am7]poral R[C]amp
And the li[G]ttle wee drummer intending to camp
For the day being pleasant and cha[D]rming[G] 

"Good morning, good morning" the Sergeant he cried
"And the same to you gentlemen" we did reply
Intending no harm as we meant to pass by
For it being on Christmas morning
But says he "My fine fellows if you will enlist
It's ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fists
And a crown in the bargain 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 and strife
And he always lives pleasant and charming
And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows look dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning"

But 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 although that we are single and free 
We take great delight in our own company
And we have no desire strange faces to see
Although that your offers are charming
And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we've by our own chance
                        ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
For you would have no scruple for to send us to France
Where we would get shot without warning

"Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll hear no such chat
And I never will take it from snappy old brat
                              ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning"
And then Arthur and I we soon drew our odds
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
And bade them take that as fair warning

And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them out, devils," cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the morning"
And the little wee drummer we flattened his pouch
And we made a foot-bowl of his rowdy-dowd-dowd
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returning

And we having no money, paid them off in cracks
                                      ^^^^^^^^^
And we paid no respect to their bloody backs
But we laughed at them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning
And so to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked them if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them our clubs 
                                         ^^^^^^^^^
And bid them look sharp in the morning


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Prof. Ugo Piomelli                      "Teachers are my lessons done?
Dept. of Mechanical Engineering		I cannot do another one"
University of Maryland			They  laughed and laughed and said
College Park, MD 20742			"Are your lessons done?"
E-mail: ugo@eng.umd.edu				L. Cohen
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