Mrs. McGrath

Oh, Mrs. McGrath, the sergeant said, would you like to make a soldier out of your son, Ted?

With a scarlet coat, big cocked hat

Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore

And after seven years or more

She spied a ship comin' to the bay

With her son from far away

Oh, captain, dear, where have you been?

You've been sailing the Mediterranean

Have you news of my son, Ted

Is he livin' or is he dead?

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

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?

Now were you drunk or were you blind when you left your two fine legs behind?

Or was it walkin' upon the sea that led your two fine legs away?

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

No I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind

When I left my two fine legs behind

A cannon ball on the 5th of May tore my two fine legs away

My Teddy boy, the widow cried

Your two fine legs were your mother's 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-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

All foreign wars, I do proclaim, live on the blood of 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-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri ooh-ri, ooh-ri-a...