- Arthur McBride
So… I faked it and came up with this!
he and I took a stroll down by the seaside,
a-seeking good fortune and what might be the tide,
After restin’ we both took a tramp,
Besides the wee drummer who beat up the camp,
with his row-dee-dow-dow in the morning.
He says my young fellows if you will enlist,
a guinea you quickly will have in your fist
Besides a crown for to kick up the dust,
and drink the King’s health in the morning.
Had we been fools as to take the advance,
with a wee bit of money we’d have no chance
and you have no scruples to send us to France
Where we would be killed in the morning.
He says my young fellows, if I hear one word,
I’ll instantly now 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 to launch out their swords
Our whacking shillelaghs came over their heads,
and bid them right smart in the morning.
And as for the drummer, we rifled his pouch,
and made a football of his row-dee-dow-dow
Into the ocean to rock and to roll,
and barring the day its returnin’
As for the rapier that hung by his side,
We flung it as far as we could in the tide
To the Devil I bid you, says Arthur McBride,
to temper your steel in the morning