Arthur McBride Chords by Bob Dylan

[Start]

[Intro]
Bb Eb Bb F Eb Bb F Bb
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[Verse]
                        Eb     Bb     
Oh me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
                         Eb            
As we went awalkin' down by the seaside
Bb                                        
Now mark what followed and what did betide
       Eb       Bb        F      
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
Bb                                   
Now for recreation we went on a tramp
       Eb           Bb         Eb           
And we met sergeant Napper and corporal Vamp
      Bb                                  
And a little wee drummer intending to camp
                               F        Bb
For the day bein' pleasant and charmin' ■ 
     Bb                                        
Good morning good morning the sergeant he cried
        Eb          Bb               Eb   
And the same to you gentlemen we did reply
Bb                                    
Intending no harm but meant to pass by
                          F      
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
    Bb                                        
But says he My fine fellows if you will enlist
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Ten guineas in gold I'll stick to your fist
      Bb                                          
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
                                   F       Bb Eb Bb
And drink the king's health in the morning ■  ■  ■ 
      Bb                               
For a soldier he leads a very fine life
    Eb           Bb                            Eb  
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
       Bb                         Eb        Bb    
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
                                 F       
And he always lives pleasant and charmin'


[Chorus]
      Bb                                   
And a soldier he always is decent and clean
       Eb        Bb                           
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
                            Eb        Bb  
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
                             F      
And sup on thin gruel in the morning


[Inst]
Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb F
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Fsus4 Bb F Bb
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[Verse]
    Bb                                             
But says Arthur I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
    Eb              Bb                Eb     
For you've only the lend of them as I suppose
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But you dare not change them one night for you know
       Eb                          F      
If you do you'll be flogged in the morning
Bb                      Eb         Bb  
And although that we're single and free
Eb            Bb         Eb             
We take great delight in our own company
Bb                                     
We have no desire strange places to see
                              F        Bb Eb Bb
Although that your offers are charming ■  ■  ■ 
       Bb                                 
And we have no desire to take your advance
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All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
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For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
                                F       Bb
Where we would get shot without warning ■ 
                             Eb           Bb  
Oh no says the sergeant I'll have no such chat
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And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
Bb                                      
For if you insult me with one other word
Eb                Bb           F      
I'll cut off your heads in the morning
Bb                  Eb            Bb  
And Arthur and I we soon drew our hogs
Eb                  Bb                     Eb    
We scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
       Bb                                    
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
                               F       Bb
And bid them take that as fair warning ■ 
    Bb                                              
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
Eb               Bb        Eb               
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
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Now take them up devils cried Arthur McBride
                             F      
And temper their edge in the mornin'
        Bb                                     
And the little wee drummer we flattened his bow
       Eb     Bb              Eb         
And we made a football of his rowdydowdow
Bb                                          
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
                      F        
And bade it a tedious returning


[Chorus]
       Bb                                     
And we havin' no money paid them off in cracks
Eb         Bb               Eb              
We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
       Bb                                          
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
                              F      
And left them for dead in the morning
Bb                                       
And so to conclude and to finish disputes
   Eb         Bb            Eb             
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
Bb                                                  
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
                               F      
And bid them look sharp in the mornin'


[Inst]
Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb
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[Chorus]
   Bb                                 
Oh me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
Eb         Bb            Eb            
As we went awalkin' down by the seaside
Bb                                        
Now mark what followed and what did betide
                          F      
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb
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[Outro]