Mrs. Mcgrath

Tommy Makem

"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said

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

With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat

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


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

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

Now, Mrs. McGrath lived on the sea shore

For the space of seven long years or more

She spied a ship coming into the bay

"Here's my son Teddy, wisha clear the way"


"Oh captain dear, where have you been

Or have you been sailing on the Meditereen

Have you any tidings of my son Ted

Is the poor boy living or is he dead?"


Then up came Ted without any legs

And in their place, he had two wooden pegs

She kissed him a dozen times or two

"Holy Moses, it isn't you"


"Now were you drunk or were you blind

When you left your two fine legs behind

Or was it walking upon the say

Wore your two fine legs from the knees away?"


"No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind

When I left my two fine legs behind

A big cannon ball on the fifth of May

Tore my two fine legs from the knees away"


"Oh, Teddy my boy," the widow cried

"Your two fine legs were your mammy's pride

Stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all

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


"All foreign wars I do proclaim

Between Don John and the King of Spain

I'd rather have my Teddy as he used to be

Than the King of France and his whole navy"