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MIm SOL RE LAm MIm SOL RE MIm
MIm SOL
Oh, Missis McGrath, the sergeant said,
RE LAm
Would you like a soldier or your son dead?
MIm SOL
With a scarlet coat, and a big cocked hat,
RE MIm
Now Missis McGrath, wouldn't you like that?
MIm SOL
Wid yer too-ri-ay, fol de diddle ay
RE LAm
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-ay.
MIm SOL
Wid yer too-ri-ay, fol de diddle ay
RE MIm
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-ay.
Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the sea-shore,
for the space of seven long years or more
Till she saw a big ship sailing into the bay,
"Here's my son Ted, will ye clear the way"
"Oh, Captain dear, where have you been;
Have you been in the Mediterreen ?
Will you tell me the news of my son Ted,
is the poor boy living or is he dead ?"
MIm SOL
Wid yer too-ri-ay, fol de diddle ay
RE LAm
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-ay.
MIm SOL
Wid yer too-ri-ay, fol de diddle ay
RE MIm
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-ay.
Ah well comes Ted without any legs
and in their place he had two wooden pegs
Well she kissed him a dozen times or two,
saying "Glory he to God, shure it wouldn't be you !"
"Oh then were ye drunk or were ye blind
that ye left your two fine legs behind ?
Or was it while walking on the sea,
a big fish ate yer legs from knees away ?"
MIm SOL
Wid yer too-ri-ay, fol de diddle ay
RE LAm
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-ay.
MIm SOL
Wid yer too-ri-ay, fol de diddle ay
RE MIm
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-ay.
"Well 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 legs from the knees away".
"Oh, Teddy me bay," the old widow cried,
"Yer two fine legs were yer mammys's pride
Them stumps of a tree Why didn't you run
from the big cannon ball?"
MIm SOL
Wid yer too-ri-ay, fol de diddle ay
RE LAm
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-ay.
MIm SOL
Wid yer too-ri-ay, fol de diddle ay
RE MIm
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-ay.
MIm SOL RE LAm MIm SOL RE MIm
MIm SOL
Wid yer too-ri-ay, fol de diddle ay
RE LAm
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-ay.
MIm SOL
Wid yer too-ri-ay, fol de diddle ay
RE MIm
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-ay.
"Well all foreign wars I do proclaim,
between Don John and the King of Spain
And by herrins I'll make them rue the time,
that they swept the legs from a child of mine".
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