Steemit Open Mic 129 - Arthur McBride (Traditional Irish song adapted by Paul Brady ) @Jubei333

Happy St Patrick's day openmic brothers and sisters!

These last few weeks I have been immersing myself in Irish music looking for new songs to learn.

For this week's entry I have gone with a traditional Irish tune that dates back to the mid 1800s called Arthur McBride

The song was adapted and made famous by an Irish musician named Paul Brady for the 1976 album Andy Irvine and Paul Brady.

Here is a short video of Paul Brady explaining the origins of the song and how he found it...

I made a post earlier covering the music of Andy Irvine and Paul Brady.If your interested to learn more about them check it out here...

https://steemit.com/music/@jubei333/the-music-of-andy-irvine-and-paul-brady-happy-st-patrick-s-day

I have used footage from Tiernan McBrides 1977 film of Paul Brady's version of the song as it quite beautifully illustrates the story the song tells.Here is the full version of the video.I guess nowadays this could be considered a hidden gem of a video...I found it quite by accident a few weeks ago...

Arthur McBride

(Traditional adapted with new lyrics by Paul Brady )

Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by the seaside
Now, mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning...

Out for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer, intending to camp
For the day being pleasant and charming.

"Good morning! Good morning!" the sergeant did cry
"And the same to you gentlemen!" we did reply,
Intending no harm but meant to pass by
For it being on Christmas morning.

But says he, "My fine fellows if you will enlist,
It's ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning.

For a soldier he leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a 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 clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning."

"But", says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them as I suppose
And you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do you'll be flogged in the morning.

And although that we are single and free
we take great delight in our own company
And we have no desire strange faces to see
Although that your offers are charming

And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you would have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot without warning"

"Oh now!", says the sergeant "I'll have no such chat
And I neither will take it from spalpeen or brat
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning"

And then Arthur and I we soon drew our hods
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
And bade them take that as fair warning

And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their side
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them out, Divils!", cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the morning".

And the little wee drummer we flattened his pow
And we made a football of his rowdey dow dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to row
And bade it a tedious returning

And we having no money, paid them off in cracks
And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs
For we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning.

And so to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning.

Oh me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walkin' down by the seaside,
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning