Chords for PLANXTY - Arthur Mc Bride

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[G] had a first husband called Arthur McBride He and I took a [D] stroll down by the [G] seaside
Seeking good fortune and what might be tight But just as the day [C] was at dawn
[G] Then after resting [C] we both took a tramp We met Sergeant Harper [D] and Corporal Graham
[G] His side's the wee drummer who beat up Rick Ham With his rowdy dow-dow in the morning _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ Says [G] he, my gay fellows, if you will enlist A [G] guinea you quickly will have in your fist
His side's the ground where to pick up the dust And drink the [D] king's help in the [C] morning
[G] For a soldier he leads a very fine [D] life And he always [G] is blessed with a [D] charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife And always lives pleasant and charming
And a soldier he always is decent and clean In the finest of [D] clothing he's constantly seen
[G] While other poor fellows moan dirty and mean And sup on thin gruel [C] in the morning
[G] Says Arthur I wouldn't [C] be proud of your clothes We have [G] only the lend of [D] the mad I [G] suppose
You dare not change for one night For you know if you do you'll be flogged in the morning
And although we are single and free [C] We take great [G] delight in our own company
And we have no desires in each country's to see Although [D] that your offer is charming
[G] And we have no desire to take [D] your advance All [G] pleasures and dangers we barter [C] on [G] chance
And you have no script book for to send us to France Where we would be shot in the morning _
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At Mount St.
Cesar's if I hear but one word [C] I instantly [G] now will flout with my sword
And if your buddies a strike will afford So now my gay devils [C] take warning
[G] But Arthur and I we took the odds We gave them no chance for to launch [C] out their swords
[G] Our wagging shillelaghs came over their heads And paid them right smart in the morning _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] As for the wee drumper we right with his pow And we made a football downy dow dow
And into the ocean to rock and to roll And bad and [C] fatigues returning
[G] As for the old raker the top by [D] his side We plummet as [G] far as we could in the tide
With the devil life it shoots us out with my pride To temper your steel in the morning _ _
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