Mrs. McGrath |
"Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said, "would you like a soldier out of your son Ted?
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat, Mrs. McGrath will you like that?"
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore and after seven years or more
She spied a ship come into the bay with her son from far away
"O captain dear, where have you been? You been sailing the Mediterranean
Have you news of my son Ted? Is he living or is he dead?"
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Then came Ted without any legs and in their place two wooden pegs
She kissed him a dozen times or two and said, "my God, Ted, is it you?
Now were you drunk or were you blind when you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it walking upon the sea that wore your two fine legs away?"
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
"Now I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind when I left my two fine legs behind
A cannonball on the fifth of May tore my two fine legs away"
"My Teddy boy," the widow cried, "your two fine legs were you mother's pride
Stumps of a tree won't do at all, why didn't you run from the cannonball?"
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
"All foreign wars I do proclaim live on blood and a mother's pain
I'd rather have my son as he used to be than the King of America and his whole navy"
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Hey!
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