Chords for Arthur McBride - Andy Irvine

[F] _ _ [Bb] Well this is an old Planksy song which I, when I, when I, _ _ [N] Planksy broke up I tried to do it on my own the way that I used to do it in the band and I couldn't manage it without the lads so it just sounded kind of, _ _ _ well, you know.
So I tarted it up some, [F] some. _ _
_ So this is the tarted up version of Tartan of Pride. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [F] _ had a first [Bb] cousin called Arthur the Pride, he and [C] I took a stroll down [Bb] by the seaside, [G] seeking the [Bb] fortune of what might be [C] tied to his justice the day [Bb] was [C] a _ [F]-dawnin'.
Then after a [Bb] restin' we both took [C] a tram, [Bb] we met [F] Sergeant Harper and [Bb] Corporal Cram, besides [F] the wee drummer who'd eat up the camp for this rowdy dow [Bb]-dow in the [F] morning. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [F] Says my young [Bb] fellows if you will enlist, I'm giddy [C] if [F] you will get in [Bb] your fist, besides a crown [F] for lifting up the dust [C] and reap the king's [Dm] health in the [C] morning.
[F] For a soldier he'd lead some [C] purr-tifying life, [Bb] he [Fm] always is blessed with a charming [Bb] young wife, and he [E] pays all [F] his debts without sorrow or strife, always lives happy and charming.
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_ [C] _ _ [Bb] And a soldier he'd always be decent and clean, in the [C] finest of clothing he's [Bb]
constantly seen, [F] while other poor fellows go turkey and [C] mean, and some [Bb] unthink-rule in the [C] morning.
[F] Says Arthur I [Bb] wouldn't be [E] proud of your clothes, [Bb] for you've only the length of them, as I suppose, and you [C] dare not [Bb] change them one night for [F] you know, [C] if you do you'll be [F]
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_ [C] _ _ [F] And [Bb] now we both, Sergeant, we are not for sale, we'll make no [C] such bargain and [Bb] your pride won't avail, we're [Cm] not tired of our [F] country, we don't care to [C] sail, although that your [Bb] offer is [C] charming.
[F] And if we were such [Bb] fools as did take the [C] [Bb] advance, it's right [F] bloody slender would be [Bb] our poor chance, for the [C] Queen [F] wouldn't scruple to send us to France, [C] where we would [F] be shot without warning. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ [F] Now to the [Gm] Sergeant if I hear but [Dm] one [Bb] word, I [C] instantly know, without [Bb] my [F] sword, and into your bodies a strength will afford, [C] so now my gate [Bb] devils [C] take warning.
[F] For Arthur and I [Bb] we [C] took the odds, [Bb] we gave them [F] no chance for to launch [Bb] out their swords, whacking chivalries head over [F] their [C] heads, and paid them right [F]
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_ [C] _ _ _ [F] As poor Louis Dromer we [Bb] rifled his couch and we made [C] a football of his [Bb] rowdy dow [F]-dow, into the ocean the rock and to row, glad that he [Bb] is [C] returning. _
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side, [F] we flung it as far as [Bb] we could in the tide, to [C] the devil [Bb] I [F] pitchers as Arthur went right, [C] to temper [F] your stealing in the morning.
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