Mrs.Mcgrath - Fiddler's Green

Now, Mrs. McGrath, the sargent said

Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted?

With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat

Mrs. McGrath, wouldn’t you like that?

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Now, Mrs McGrath lived on the shore

And after seven years or more

She spied a ship come into the bay

With her son from far away

«O captain dear, where have ye been?

You been sailing the Mediterranean

Have you news of my son Ted

Is he living or is he dead?»

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Then 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 ye drunk or were ye blind

When ye left your two fine legs behind?

Or was it walking upon the sea

That wore your two fine legs away?"

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«Now I wasn’t drunk and I wasn’t blind

When I left my two fine legs behind

A cannonball on the fifth of May

Tore my two fine legs away»

«My, Teddy boy,» the widow cried

«Your two fine legs were yer mother’s pride

Stumps of a tree won’t do at all

Why didn’t ye run from the cannonball?»

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«All foreign wars I do proclaim

Between Don John and the King of Spain

I’d rather have my son as he used to be

Than the King of France and his whole Navy»

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