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As I went out one morning
To breathe the air around tom paine’s,
I spied the fairest damsel
That ever did walk in chains.
I offer’d her my hand,
She took me by the arm.
I knew that very instant,
She meant to do me harm.

“depart from me this moment,”
I told her with my voice.
Said she, “but I don’t wish to,”
Said i, “but you have no choice.”
“i beg you, sir,” she pleaded
From the corners of her mouth,
“i will secretly accept you
And together we’ll fly south.”

Just then tom paine, himself,
Came running from across the field,
Shouting at this lovely girl
And commanding her to yield.
And as she was letting go her grip,
Up tom paine did run,
“i’m sorry, sir,” he said to me,
“i’m sorry for what she’s done.”

1. oh, me and my cousin, one arthur mcbride,
As we went a-walkin’ down by the seaside,
Mark now what followed and what did betide,
For it bein’ on christmas mornin’
Now, 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 bein’ pleasant and charmin’.

2. “good morning, good morning,” the sergeant he cried.
“and the same to you, gentlemen,” we did reply,
Intending no harm but meant to pass by,
For it bein’ on christmas mornin’
“but,” says he, “my fine fellows, if you will enlist,
Ten guineas in gold I’ll stick to your fist,
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust,
And drink the king’s health in the morning.

3. “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 he always lives pleasant and charmin’,
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.”

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4. “but,” says arthur, “i wouldn’t be proud of your clothes,
For you’ve only the lend of them, as I suppose,
But you dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you’ll be flogged in the morning,
And although that we’re single and free,
We take great delight in our own company,
We have no desire strange places to see,
Although that your offers are charming.

5. “and we have no desire to take your advance,
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance,
For you’d have no scruples for to send us to france,
Where we would get shot without warning,”
“oh no,” says the sergeant. “i’ll have no such chat,
And neither will I take it from snappy young brats,
For if you insult me with one other word,
I’ll cut off your heads in the morning.”

6. and arthur and i, we soon drew our hogs,
And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning.
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides,
We flung them as far as we could in the tide,
“now take them up, devils!” cried arthur mcbride,
“and temper their edge in the mornin’!”

7. and the little wee drummer, we flattened his bow,
And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow,
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll,
And bade it a tedious returning,
And we havin’ no money, paid them off in cracks.
We paid no respect to their two bloody backs,
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks,
And left them for dead in the morning.

8. 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 mornin’.

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9. oh, me and my cousin, one arthur mcbride,
As we went a-walkin’ down by the seaside,
Mark now what followed and what did betide,
For it bein’ on christmas mornin’

Are you ready, are you ready ?
Are you ready, are you ready ?

Are you ready to meet Jesus ?
Are you where you ought to be ?
Will He know you when He sees you
Or will He say, “Depart from Me” ?

Are you ready, hope you’re ready
Am I ready, am I ready ?
Am I ready, am I ready ?

Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren
And to take up my cross ?
Have I surrended to the will of God
Or am I still like the boss ?

Am I ready, hope I’m ready.

When the destruction cometh swiftly
And there’s no time to say a fare-thee-well
Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell ?

Are you ready, are you ready ?

Have you got some unfinished business ?
Is there something holding you back ?
Are you thinking for yourself
Or are you following the pack ?

Are you ready, hope you’re ready
Are you ready ?

Are you ready for the judgement ?
Are you ready for that terrible swift sword ?
Are you ready for Armageddon ?
Are you ready for the day of the Lord ?

Are you ready, I hope you’re ready ?