Chords for Martin Carthy & Dave Swarbrick : Arthur McBride (live 1991)

I once knew a fella called Arthur McBride, and his pleasure was [G] walking down by the seaside.
A-walkin' and talkin' and viewin' [A] the tide, thought the weather was pleasant and charming.
Sir Gareth, Sir Gareth, we went in our tram, we met Sergeant Harper [G] and Corporal Cram.
The bondy little drummer [A] who roused up the camp with his rowdy down-down in the morning.
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[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ What a meager fella's the sergeant who'd cry, [A] and the sensier sergeant we made to reply.
There was nothing more said, and we made to pass by, all on that bright summer's morning.
What a meager fella's if you would enlist, tangany's in gold, I would slap in your fist.
A crown and a bargain to kick up the jost, to drink the king's health in the morning. _ _ _
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_ Oh, now me good sergeant, we are not the sound of a thunderbolt country.
A bribe and a veil of a [A] thunderbolt country, we care not to say it, for we were the boys of the morning.
Had it been stupid and took it at vantage, right bloody slender would be our poor chance.
You wouldn't scruple to send us to France, where we would get shot without warning.
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_ _ _ _ And it's no good you bragging to me of your [G] clothes, you can eat a lend of them as I suppose.
And you dare say nothing for your well known, and [D] you would get flogged in the morning.
If you would insult me without any word, I swear I'm a king, I would draw my [G] broadsword.
Run through your body to strike me a chord, there you could breathe out the morning. _ _ _ _ _
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We aimed the little drummer as flat as your shoe, [G] we made a [E] football of his rowdy da-do.
[G] Sergeant of corporal, we knocked out the tooth, for we [A] were the boys of the morning.
And as for the weapon that hung by their side, we plundered the spark that we put in the tide.
The [D] devil go with you, says Arthur [G] McBride, for spoiling our walk in the morning. _ _
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