Chords for Arthur Mcbride
Tempo:
122.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Em
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E] [G]
[D]
[E] [G]
[D] A me and my cousin, one Arthur MacBride, [G] He and I took a walk down [Em] by the seaside,
[D] Seeking good fortune and what may betide, At three in on Christmas morning.
[B]
And after a while we both took a [E] tramp, [G] And he met Sergeant Harvest and [Em] Corporal Grant,
[D] And a doughty me drummer, he beat up recamp, With his [E] rowdy dugout in [Am] the morning.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] Said he, me young fellows, if you will enlist, [G] A guinea, a courtly will have in your [Em]
face,
[D] Besides a gold crown for to kick up the dust, And to drink the king's health in [A] the morning.
[D] Had we been such smooth as to take the advance, [G] The wee bit of morale that we had to run chance,
[D] Would you think it no scruple to send us to France, Where we would get killed in the morning.
[G]
[D] Said he, me young fellows, if I hear one word, [G] I instantly now will out with [Em] my sword,
[D] I into your bodies I quickly will lance, And I'll pay you right smart in [A] the morning.
[D] But Arthur and I we took on the odds, [G] And we gave them no chance to launch [Em] out with our swords,
[D] For whacking chalets came down on their heads, And paid them right smart in [E] the [D] morning.
[G]
[D] [G] [D] As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pouch, [G] And we made a football of his rowdy dowdow,
[D] I into the ocean to rock and to row, And far be it he [A] that's returning.
[D]
As for the elder ranger that hung by his side, [G]
We flew it as far as the good and the [Em] kind,
[D] And the devil I betcha, said Arthur MacBride, To temper your steel in the morning.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] Me and my cousin, when Arthur MacBride, [G] He and I took a walk down by the seaside,
[D] Seeking good fortune, and what may be tight, At being on Christmas morning.
[G] [Em] [D]
[D]
[E] [G]
[D] A me and my cousin, one Arthur MacBride, [G] He and I took a walk down [Em] by the seaside,
[D] Seeking good fortune and what may betide, At three in on Christmas morning.
[B]
And after a while we both took a [E] tramp, [G] And he met Sergeant Harvest and [Em] Corporal Grant,
[D] And a doughty me drummer, he beat up recamp, With his [E] rowdy dugout in [Am] the morning.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] Said he, me young fellows, if you will enlist, [G] A guinea, a courtly will have in your [Em]
face,
[D] Besides a gold crown for to kick up the dust, And to drink the king's health in [A] the morning.
[D] Had we been such smooth as to take the advance, [G] The wee bit of morale that we had to run chance,
[D] Would you think it no scruple to send us to France, Where we would get killed in the morning.
[G]
[D] Said he, me young fellows, if I hear one word, [G] I instantly now will out with [Em] my sword,
[D] I into your bodies I quickly will lance, And I'll pay you right smart in [A] the morning.
[D] But Arthur and I we took on the odds, [G] And we gave them no chance to launch [Em] out with our swords,
[D] For whacking chalets came down on their heads, And paid them right smart in [E] the [D] morning.
[G]
[D] [G] [D] As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pouch, [G] And we made a football of his rowdy dowdow,
[D] I into the ocean to rock and to row, And far be it he [A] that's returning.
[D]
As for the elder ranger that hung by his side, [G]
We flew it as far as the good and the [Em] kind,
[D] And the devil I betcha, said Arthur MacBride, To temper your steel in the morning.
[G] [D] [G]
[D] Me and my cousin, when Arthur MacBride, [G] He and I took a walk down by the seaside,
[D] Seeking good fortune, and what may be tight, At being on Christmas morning.
[G] [Em] [D]
Key:
D
G
Em
E
A
D
G
Em
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] A me and my cousin, one Arthur MacBride, [G] He and I took a walk down [Em] by the _ seaside,
_ [D] Seeking good fortune and what may betide, At three in on Christmas morning.
[B] _
And after a while we both took a [E] tramp, [G] And he met Sergeant Harvest and [Em] Corporal Grant,
_ [D] And a doughty me drummer, he beat up recamp, With his [E] rowdy dugout in [Am] the morning.
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
[D] Said he, me young fellows, if you will enlist, [G] A guinea, a courtly will have in your [Em]
face,
_ _ [D] Besides a gold crown for to kick up the dust, And to drink the king's health in [A] the morning.
_ [D] Had we been such smooth as to take the advance, [G] The wee bit of morale that we had to run chance,
_ [D] Would you think it no scruple to send us to France, Where we would get killed in the morning.
_ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] Said he, me young fellows, if I hear one word, [G] I instantly now will out with [Em] my sword,
_ _ [D] I into your bodies I quickly will lance, And I'll pay you right smart in [A] the morning.
_ _ [D] But Arthur and I we took on the odds, [G] And we gave them no chance to launch [Em] out with our swords,
_ _ [D] For whacking chalets came down on their heads, And paid them right smart in [E] the [D] morning.
_ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pouch, [G] And we made a football of his rowdy dowdow,
_ [D] I into the ocean to rock and to row, And far be it he [A] that's returning.
_ _ [D]
As for the elder ranger that hung by his side, [G]
We flew it as far as the good and the [Em] kind,
_ [D] And the devil I betcha, said Arthur MacBride, To temper your steel in the morning.
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
[D] Me and my cousin, when Arthur MacBride, [G] He and I took a walk down by the _ seaside,
_ _ _ [D] Seeking good fortune, and what may be tight, At being on Christmas _ morning.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] A me and my cousin, one Arthur MacBride, [G] He and I took a walk down [Em] by the _ seaside,
_ [D] Seeking good fortune and what may betide, At three in on Christmas morning.
[B] _
And after a while we both took a [E] tramp, [G] And he met Sergeant Harvest and [Em] Corporal Grant,
_ [D] And a doughty me drummer, he beat up recamp, With his [E] rowdy dugout in [Am] the morning.
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
[D] Said he, me young fellows, if you will enlist, [G] A guinea, a courtly will have in your [Em]
face,
_ _ [D] Besides a gold crown for to kick up the dust, And to drink the king's health in [A] the morning.
_ [D] Had we been such smooth as to take the advance, [G] The wee bit of morale that we had to run chance,
_ [D] Would you think it no scruple to send us to France, Where we would get killed in the morning.
_ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] Said he, me young fellows, if I hear one word, [G] I instantly now will out with [Em] my sword,
_ _ [D] I into your bodies I quickly will lance, And I'll pay you right smart in [A] the morning.
_ _ [D] But Arthur and I we took on the odds, [G] And we gave them no chance to launch [Em] out with our swords,
_ _ [D] For whacking chalets came down on their heads, And paid them right smart in [E] the [D] morning.
_ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ [D] As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pouch, [G] And we made a football of his rowdy dowdow,
_ [D] I into the ocean to rock and to row, And far be it he [A] that's returning.
_ _ [D]
As for the elder ranger that hung by his side, [G]
We flew it as far as the good and the [Em] kind,
_ [D] And the devil I betcha, said Arthur MacBride, To temper your steel in the morning.
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
[D] Me and my cousin, when Arthur MacBride, [G] He and I took a walk down by the _ seaside,
_ _ _ [D] Seeking good fortune, and what may be tight, At being on Christmas _ morning.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _