Mrs. McGrath
anonimo
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| MRS McGRAW Mrs. McGraw," the captain said, "would you like to make a pirate out of your son, Ted? With a scarlet cloak and a great cocked hat, Mrs. McGraw wouldn't you like that?" With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay Mrs. McGraw lived on the seashore for the length of seven long years or more When a great big ship sailed into the bay "It's my son Ted with his legs away." With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay Then up comes Ted without any legs And in their place are two wooden pegs She kissed him a dozen times or two Saying "My son Ted is it really you?" With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay "O were you drunk or were you blind when you left your two fine legs behind? Or was it walking on the sea That cut your legs from the knees away?" With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay "I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind. But a cannon ball on the fifth of May Cut my two fine legs from the knees away." With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay "All foreign war, I do proclaim Between Don John and the King of Spain But by jaze I'll make them rue the time They stole the legs from a son of mine." With me too-rye-ay Foddle-diddle-day With me toorye oorye oorye-ay With me toorye-ay Foddle diddle day Me toorye oorye oorye-ay | MRS. McGRATH "Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said "Would you like to make 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 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" "Oh captain dear, where have you been You´ve 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 With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-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 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 With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a "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" "Oh, Teddyboy," 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 big cannon ball?" 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 "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" 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 |
