Mrs. McGrath
Oh, Mrs. McGrath the sergeant said
Would you like a soldier out of your son Ted
With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat
Oh, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?
Would you like a soldier out of your son Ted
With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat
Oh, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
For the space of seven long years or more
She spied a ship coming into the bay
With her son from far away
For the space of seven long years or more
She spied a ship coming into the bay
With her son from far away
Oh captain dear, where have you been
Youยดve been sailing the Mediterranean
Have you news of my son Ted
Is he living or is he dead?
Youยดve been sailing the Mediterranean
Have you news of my son Ted
Is he living or is he dead?
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a (x2)
Up 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
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?
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-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a (x4)
No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind
A big cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs away
When I left my two fine legs behind
A big cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs away
Oh, Teddy boy, the widow cried
Your two fine legs were your mothers pride
Stumps of a tree won't do at all
Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?
Your two fine legs were your mothers pride
Stumps of a tree won't do at all
Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a (x4)
All foreign wars I do proclaim
live on the blood and the mothers pain
I'd rather have my son as he used to be
Than the King of America and his whole navy
live on the blood and the mothers 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-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a (x6)