Mrs Mcgrath

«Oh, Mrs. McGrath,» the seeant said,
«Would you like to make a soldier out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet coat, and a big cocked hat,
Sure, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn’t you like that?»
Cho: With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day,
Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
Now Mrs. McGrath lived by the seashore
For the space of seven long years or more;
Till she say a big ship sail into the bay,
«Here's my son, Ted, will ye clear the way!»
Cho:
«Oh, Captain, dear, where have ye been?;
Have you been in the Meditereen?
Will ye tell me the news of my son, Ted?
Is the poor boy livin', or is he dead?»
Cho:
Ah, well up comes Ted without any legs
An in their place he had two wooden pegs,
Well, she kissed him a dozen times or two,
Saying «Glory to God?, sure it wouldn’t be you!»
Cho:
«Oh were ye drunk, or were ye blind
That ye left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it while walkin' on the sea
A big fish ate your legs from the knees away?»
Cho:
«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 fine legs from the knees away.»
Cho:
«Oh, Teddy, me boy,» the old widow cried,
«Yer two fine legs were yer mammy’s pride,
Them stumps of a tree wouldn’t do at all,
Why didn’t ye run from the big cannon ball?»
Cho:
«Well, all foreign wars I do proclaim
Between Don John and the King of Spain,
And bejasus I’ll make them rue the time
That they swept the legs from a child of mine.»
Cho:
@war @soldier
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