Oh, Mrs. Mc Grath the sergeant said 'would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted.
With a scarlet coat and a big tall hat, now Mrs. Mc Grath wouldn't you like that'
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With your too-ri-ay, fol the diddle day, too-ri-you-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 ?'
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 ?'
'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'.
'Oh, Teddy me bay,' the old widow cried, 'Yer two fine legs were yer mammys's pride
Them stumps of a tree wouldn't to at all, Why didn't you run from the big cannon ball?'
'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'.
