Mrs Mcgrath

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"Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
           F                      C
"Would you like a soldier of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet cloak and a big cocked hat,
                          Dm
Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that?"

          Dm
With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
F            C
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa,
C
Too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
C            Dm
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Dm
Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
    F               C
And after seven years or more
she spied a ship come into the bay
                  Dm
with her son from far away

 Dm
"Captain dear, where have you been,
    F                       C
You been sailin' the Mediterranean.
Have you news of my son Ted,
                Dm
Is he livin' or is he dead?"

          Dm
With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
F            C
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa,
C
Too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
C            Dm
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

      Dm
Now came Ted without any legs
     F                         C
And in their place two wooden pegs
She kissed him a dozen times or two
                         Dm
Saying "My God Ted is it you?"

      Dm
"Now were you drunk or were you blind
      F                            C
When you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it walking upon the sea
                              Dm
That wore your two fine legs away?"

          Dm
With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
F            C
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa,
C
Too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
C            Dm
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

    Dm
"No I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
     F                         C
When I left my two fine legs behind.
a cannon ball on the fifth of May
                       Dm
Tore my two fine legs away."

       Dm
"Now Teddy boy," the widow cried
       F                               C
"Your two fine legs was your mother's pride
Them stumps of a tree won't do at all
                                    Dm
Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?"

          Dm
With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
F            C
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa,
C
Too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
C            Dm
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

      Dm
All foreign wars, I do proclaim
      F                       C
Live on blood and a mother's pain
I'd rather have my son as he used to be
                                        Dm
than the king of America and his whole navy

          Dm
With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
F            C
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa,
C
Too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
C            Dm
too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

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