MRS. MCGRATH

"O Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
"Would you like a soldier out of your son Ted?
With a scarlet cloak and a big cocked hat
Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that?"

With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fo-
did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
And seven years or more
She spotted a ship come into the bay
With her son from far away

"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-did-dle-di-aa
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fo-
did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Now 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-did-dle-di-aa
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fo-
did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fo-
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 cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs away"

"Now 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 that cannon ball?"

With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fo-
did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fo-
did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

"All foreign wars, I do proclaim
Let on the blood and a mother's pain
I'd rather my son as he used to be
Than the king of America in his whole name

With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fo-
did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fo-
did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fo-
did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Oh, Mary, Don't You Weep
Well if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O, Mary don't you weep
O, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn
O, Mary, don't you weep, don't you mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded