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 |