The Dubliners – Mrs Mcgrath (Guitar)

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"Ahhhhh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said;

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"Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted.

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With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat,

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Then, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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Now, Mrs. McGrath lived by the sea shore,

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For the space of seven long years or more.

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`till she saw a big ship sailing into the bay

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"Here's my son Ted, will ya clear the way".

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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"Ah captain dear, where have you been;

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have you been in the Meditereen.

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Will you tell me the news of my son Ted,

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Is the poor lad living now or is he dead?"

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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Ah, well up comes Ted without any legs.

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And in their place, he had two wooden pegs.

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Well she kissed him a dozen times or two.

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Sayin; " Glory be to god the God, sure it couldn`t be you?"

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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"Ah then were you drunk, or were you blind,

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When you left your two fine legs behind?

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Or was it while walking on the sea,

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A big fish ate your legs from the knees away?"

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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"Well, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind,

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And I left my two fine legs behind.

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But a big cannon ball on the fifth of May,

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Tore my two fine legs from the knees away".

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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"Oh, Teddy my boy", the widow cried.

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"Your two fine legs were your mammy's pride.

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Them old stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all,

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Why didn't you widen your run from the big cannon ball?"

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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"Well all foreign wars I do proclaim,

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Between Don Juan and the King of Spain.

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And by herrins I`ll make them rue the time,

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That they shot the legs of a child of mine”

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a