Me and me cousin, one Arthur McBride, he and I
took a stroll, down by the seaside A seek for good
fortune and what might be tide, bein' just as
the day was a dawnin' And then after restin'
we both took a tramp, and met Sgt. Harper and Cpl.
Cram, besides the wee drummer, who beat up the
camp, with his row-de-dow-dow in the mornin'

Chorus: Count me out of your fortune and fame, I
would rather be here than be slain, This is where
I'll die, Lost in the moss of the isle.

He says 'My young fellows, if you will enlist, a
Guinea you quickly will have in your fist Besides
a Crown for to kick up the dust and drink the
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/RfUKing's health in the morning' Had we been such
fools as to take the advance the wee bitter
morning we had run to chance For you'd think it no
scruple to send us to France where we would be
killed in the morning

Chorus

As for the wee drummer we rifled his pouch and we
made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow And into the
ocean to rock and to row and bade him a tedious
returning As for the old rapier that hung by his
side we flung it as far as we could in the tide To
the devil I bid you says Arthur McBride to temper
your steel in the morning