Mrs Mcgrath

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"Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
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"Would you like a soldier of your 
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son, Ted?

With a scarlet cloak and a big 
cocked hat,
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Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like 
that?"


[Chorus]
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With your too-ri-aa, 
fol-did-dle-di-aa,
F            C
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa,
C
Too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
C            Dm
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa


[Verse 2]
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Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
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And after seven years or more

she spied a ship come into the bay
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with her son from far away

[Verse 3]
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"Captain dear, where have you been,
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You been sailin' the Mediterranean.

Have you news of my son Ted,
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Is he livin' or is he dead?"


[Chorus]
          Dm
With your too-ri-aa, 
fol-did-dle-di-aa,
F            C
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa,
Continúa después del anuncio
C
Too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
C            Dm
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa


[Verse 4]
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Now came Ted without any legs
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And in their place two wooden pegs

She kissed him a dozen times or two
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Saying "My God Ted is it you?"

[Verse 5]
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"Now were you drunk or were you 
blind
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When you left your two fine legs 
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behind?

Or was it walking upon the sea
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That wore your two fine legs away?"


[Chorus]
          Dm
With your too-ri-aa, 
fol-did-dle-di-aa,
F            C
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa,
C
Too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
C            Dm
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa


[Verse 6]
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"No I wasn't drunk and I wasn't 
blind
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When I left my two fine legs behind.

a cannon ball on the fifth of May
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Tore my two fine legs away."

[Verse 7]
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"Now Teddy boy," the widow cried
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"Your two fine legs was your 
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mother's pride

Them stumps of a tree won't do at 
all
Why didn't you run from the cannon 
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ball?"


[Chorus]
          Dm
With your too-ri-aa, 
fol-did-dle-di-aa,
F            C
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa,
C
Too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
C            Dm
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa


[Verse 8]
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All foreign wars, I do proclaim
      F                       C
Live on blood and a mother's pain

I'd rather have my son as he used to
 be
than the king of America and his 
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whole navy


[Chorus]
          Dm
With your too-ri-aa, 
fol-did-dle-di-aa,
F            C
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa,
C
Too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
C            Dm
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa