作曲 : Traditional Song
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.
 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,
 Now Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
 Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the seashore
 For the space of seven long years or more,
 Till a great big ship came sail into the bay,
 Says, It's my son Ted, will you clear the way,
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
 Oh captain, dear, where have you been,
 Have you been sailing in the Meditereen,
 Have you any news of my son Ted,
 Is the poor boy living or is he dead?
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
 Then, up steps Ted, without any legs,
 And in their place was some wooden pegs.
 She kissed him a dozen times or two,
 Saying, Holy Moses, is it you,
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
 Now was you drunk, or was you blind,
 When you left your two fine legs behind,
 Or was it from walking by the sea,
 Took your two fine legs from the knees away?
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
 No, I was not drunk, and I was not blind
 When I left my two fine legs behind,
 A cannon ball on the fifth of May,
 Took my two fine legs from the knees away,
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
 Oh Teddy, my boy, the widow cried,
 Your two fine legs were your mother's pride.
 The stumps of a tree won't do at all,
 Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
 So, if I had me boy again,
 I'd never let him go to fight the King of Spain,
 I'd rather have me son as he used to be,
 Than you King of France and your whole navy,
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
 All foreign wars, I do proclaim,
 Between Don Juan and the King of Spain,
 By heavens I'll make them rue the time,
 They swept the legs from a child of mine,
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
 Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
 Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.