| Song | Mrs. McGrath |
| Artist | Fiddler's Green |
| Album | Folk's Not Dead |
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| Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said | |
| "Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted | |
| With a scarlett coat, a big cocked hat | |
| Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?" | |
| Now, Mrs. McGrath lived on the sea shore | |
| For the space of long seven years or more | |
| Till she saw a big ship sailing in the bay | |
| "Here’s my son Ted, will you clear the way!" | |
| "Oh captain dear, where have you been | |
| Have you been to the Mediterranean | |
| Will you tell me nth news of my son Ted | |
| Is the poor boy living or is he dead?" | |
| 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 while walking upon the sea | |
| Wore your two fine legs from the knees away?" | |
| "No, 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, | |
| Tore my two fine legs and my knees away" | |
| "My Teddyboy," the widow cried | |
| "Your two fine legs were your mother’s pride | |
| That stumps of a tree wouldn’t do at all | |
| Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?" | |
| "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 |
| Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said | |
| " Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted | |
| With a scarlett coat, a big cocked hat | |
| Mrs. McGrath, wouldn' t you like that?" | |
| Now, Mrs. McGrath lived on the sea shore | |
| For the space of long seven years or more | |
| Till she saw a big ship sailing in the bay | |
| " Here' s my son Ted, will you clear the way!" | |
| " Oh captain dear, where have you been | |
| Have you been to the Mediterranean | |
| Will you tell me nth news of my son Ted | |
| Is the poor boy living or is he dead?" | |
| 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 nbsp?" | |
| " Now were you drunk or were you blind | |
| When you left your two fine legs behind | |
| Or was it while walking upon the sea | |
| Wore your two fine legs from the knees away?" | |
| " No, 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, | |
| Tore my two fine legs and my knees away" | |
| " My Teddyboy," the widow cried | |
| " Your two fine legs were your mother' s pride | |
| That stumps of a tree wouldn' t do at all | |
| Why didn' t you run from the cannon ball?" | |
| " 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 |
| Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said | |
| " Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted | |
| With a scarlett coat, a big cocked hat | |
| Mrs. McGrath, wouldn' t you like that?" | |
| Now, Mrs. McGrath lived on the sea shore | |
| For the space of long seven years or more | |
| Till she saw a big ship sailing in the bay | |
| " Here' s my son Ted, will you clear the way!" | |
| " Oh captain dear, where have you been | |
| Have you been to the Mediterranean | |
| Will you tell me nth news of my son Ted | |
| Is the poor boy living or is he dead?" | |
| 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 nbsp?" | |
| " Now were you drunk or were you blind | |
| When you left your two fine legs behind | |
| Or was it while walking upon the sea | |
| Wore your two fine legs from the knees away?" | |
| " No, 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, | |
| Tore my two fine legs and my knees away" | |
| " My Teddyboy," the widow cried | |
| " Your two fine legs were your mother' s pride | |
| That stumps of a tree wouldn' t do at all | |
| Why didn' t you run from the cannon ball?" | |
| " 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 |