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  • 作词 : Traditional
    作曲 : Traditional
    Arthur McBride - Bob Dylan

    Oh me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
    As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside

    Mark now what followed and what did betide
    For it bein' on Christmas mornin'

    Now for recreation we went on a tramp
    And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
    And a little wee drummer intending to camp
    For the day bein' pleasant and charmin'

    Good morning good morning
    The Sergeant he cried
    And the same to you
    Gentlemen we did reply
    Intending no harm but meant to pass by
    For it bein' on Christmas mornin'

    But says he My fine fellows
    If you will enlist
    Ten guineas in gold
    I'll stick to your fist
    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
    And he always is blessed
    With a charming young wife
    And he pays all his debts
    Without sorrow or strife
    And he always lives
    Pleasant and charmin'

    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

    But says Arthur
    I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
    For you've only the lend of them
    As I suppose
    But you dare not change them one night
    For you know
    If you do you'll be flogged in the morning
    And although that we're single and free
    We take great delight in our own company
    We have no desire strange places to see
    Although that your offers are charming

    And we have no desire to take your advance
    All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
    For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
    Where we would get shot without warning

    Oh no says the Sergeant I'll have no such chat
    And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
    For if you insult me with one other word
    I'll cut off your heads in the morning

    And Arthur and I we soon drew our hogs
    And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
    When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
    And bid 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 up devils cried Arthur McBride
    And temper their edge in the mornin'
    And the little wee drummer we flattened his bow
    And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
    Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
    And bade it a tedious returning
    And we havin' no money paid them off in cracks
    We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
    And we lathered 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 if they wanted recruits
    For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
    And bid them look sharp in the mornin'

    Oh me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
    As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
    Mark now what followed and what did betide
    For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Traditional
    [00:00.545] 作曲 : Traditional
    [00:01.91]Arthur McBride - Bob Dylan
    [00:03.44]
    [00:21.46]Oh me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
    [00:25.97]As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
    [00:29.02]
    [00:30.15]Mark now what followed and what did betide
    [00:33.77]For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
    [00:37.31]
    [00:40.25]Now for recreation we went on a tramp
    [00:44.44]And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
    [00:48.81]And a little wee drummer intending to camp
    [00:52.79]For the day bein' pleasant and charmin'
    [00:56.21]
    [01:00.56]Good morning good morning
    [01:02.39]The Sergeant he cried
    [01:04.64]And the same to you
    [01:06.04]Gentlemen we did reply
    [01:09.47]Intending no harm but meant to pass by
    [01:13.10]For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
    [01:16.51]
    [01:19.47]But says he My fine fellows
    [01:21.43]If you will enlist
    [01:23.39]Ten guineas in gold
    [01:25.78]I'll stick to your fist
    [01:27.98]And a crown in the
    [01:29.46]Bargain for to kick up the dust
    [01:32.21]And drink the king's
    [01:33.47]Health in the morning
    [01:36.95]
    [01:39.87]For a soldier
    [01:40.68]He leads a very fine life
    [01:44.09]And he always is blessed
    [01:46.02]With a charming young wife
    [01:48.21]And he pays all his debts
    [01:49.83]Without sorrow or strife
    [01:52.12]And he always lives
    [01:53.79]Pleasant and charmin'
    [01:55.85]
    [01:58.88]And a soldier
    [01:59.82]He always is decent and clean
    [02:03.19]In the finest of clothing
    [02:05.11]He's constantly seen
    [02:07.53]While other poor fellows
    [02:09.57]Go dirty and mean
    [02:11.80]And sup on thin gruel in the morning
    [02:16.03]
    [02:39.43]But says Arthur
    [02:41.51]I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
    [02:43.75]For you've only the lend of them
    [02:46.84]As I suppose
    [02:48.65]But you dare not change them one night
    [02:51.15]For you know
    [02:52.22]If you do you'll be flogged in the morning
    [02:57.08]And although that we're single and free
    [03:01.13]We take great delight in our own company
    [03:05.82]We have no desire strange places to see
    [03:09.48]Although that your offers are charming
    [03:14.51]
    [03:17.06]And we have no desire to take your advance
    [03:21.56]All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
    [03:25.92]For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
    [03:30.22]Where we would get shot without warning
    [03:34.41]
    [03:37.51]Oh no says the Sergeant I'll have no such chat
    [03:41.80]And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
    [03:46.23]For if you insult me with one other word
    [03:50.19]I'll cut off your heads in the morning
    [03:53.91]
    [03:54.48]And Arthur and I we soon drew our hogs
    [03:58.50]And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
    [04:02.80]When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
    [04:06.84]And bid them take that as fair warning
    [04:11.51]
    [04:14.54]And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
    [04:18.88]We flung them as far as we could in the tide
    [04:23.17]Now take them up devils cried Arthur McBride
    [04:27.36]And temper their edge in the mornin'
    [04:31.47]And the little wee drummer we flattened his bow
    [04:35.29]And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
    [04:39.83]Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
    [04:43.46]And bade it a tedious returning
    [04:49.88]And we havin' no money paid them off in cracks
    [04:54.42]We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
    [04:58.56]And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
    [05:02.81]And left them for dead in the morning
    [05:07.29]
    [05:09.04]And so to conclude and to finish disputes
    [05:13.02]We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
    [05:17.65]For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
    [05:21.57]And bid them look sharp in the mornin'
    [05:26.91]
    [05:49.41]Oh me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
    [05:53.63]As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
    [05:58.24]Mark now what followed and what did betide
    [06:02.01]For it bein' on Christmas mornin'