Christy Moore - Arthur Macbride Ukulele

Not my work got it off a friend. but it is a good Irish song recorded by many people and 
been around (in some shape or form) since about 200 years ago.

Even Dylan recorded it. Has also been done by Christy Moore, Paul Brady and the Fureys.

               Arthur MacBride

D
I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
      G        D      Em             G
he and I took a stroll down by the seaside
  D                                     Bm
a seeking good fortune and what might the tide
    D       Em         G         A
it was just as the day was a dawning
    D                    G            D
And after we rested we went on a tramp
  G         D             Em           G
we met Seargeant Napper and Corporal Cramp
     D                      Bm
and a little wee drummer who beat up our camp
     A         G                D
with his rowdy dou dou in the morning


D
He said my young fellows if you will enlist
      G        D      Em             G
a guinea you quickly shall have in your fist
  D                                     Bm
and besides a crown for to kick up the dust
    D       Em         G         A
and drink the King's health in the morning
    D                    G            D
but had we been such fools as to take the advance
  G         D             Em           G
the wee bit of money we'd have to run chance
     D                      Bm
do you think it no scuples for to send us to France
     A         G                D
where we would be killed in the morning


D
He says my young fellows if I hear but one word
      G        D      Em             G
instantly now will out with my sword
  D                                     Bm
and into your bodies as strength might afford
    D       Em         G         A
so now me gay devils take warning
    D                    G            D
but Arthur and I we soon took the odds
  G         D             Em           G
and we gave them no chance for to draw out their swords
     D                      Bm
our wacking shillelaghs came over their heads
     A         G                D
and paid them right smart in the morning


D
As for the wee drummer we rifled his pouch
      G        D      Em             G
and we made a football of his rowdy dou dou
  D                                     Bm
and into the ocean for to rock and to roll and
    D       Em         G         A
barring the day its returning
    D                    G            D
as for the ould rapier that hung by his side
  G         D             Em           G
we flung as far as we could in the tide
     D                      Bm
To the divil I pitch you says Arthur McBride
     A         G                D
to temper your edge in the morning.