Mrs. McGrath

"Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said "Would you like to make a soldier Out of your son, Ted? With a scarlet coat and a big white hat Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?" With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Now Mrs. McGrath lived by the seashore For a space of seven long years or more Till she saw a ship sailing in the bay "Here's my son Ted, would you clear the way" With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Well up comes Ted without any legs And in their place were two wooden pegs Well she kissed him a dozen times or two Sayin, "Glory be to God, sure it couldn't be you!" With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa "Well, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind But a cannonball on the fifth of May Tore me two fine legs from the knees away" With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa "Oh, Teddy me boy," the old widow cried "Your two fine legs were your mammy's pride Them stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all Why didn't you run from the cannonball?" Aaa aaa, aaa aaa aaa Aaa aaa, aaa aaa aaa "Well, all foreign wars, I do proclaim Between Don Juan and the king of Spain By herrons I'll make them rue the time They swept the legs from a child of mine!" With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa