| «Mrs. |
| McGrath,"the sergeant said,
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| «Would you like a soldier
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| Of your son, Ted?
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| With a scattered coat and a big cocked hat,
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| Mrs. McGrath wouldn you like that?»
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| With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle- di-a,
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| Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
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| With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
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| Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
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| Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
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| For the space of seven long years or more
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| She spied a ship come in to the bay
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| With her son from far away
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| «Oh, Captain dear, where have ye been.
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| Ye been sailin' the Mediterranean'.
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| Have ye news of my son Ted.
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| Is he livin' or is he dead?»
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| With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
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| Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
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| With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
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| Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
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| There came Ted without any legs
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| And in their place two wooden pegs
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| She kissed him a dozen times or two
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| And said «My god, Ted, is it you?»
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| «Now were ye drunk or were ye blind
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| When ye left yer two fine legs behind?
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| Or was it the walking upon the sea
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| That tore your legs away?»
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| «No I wasn’t drunk and I wasn’t blind
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| When I left my two fine legs behind.
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| A cannon ball on the fifth of May
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| Tore my two fine legs away.»
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| With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a,
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| Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
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| With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
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| Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
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| «Now Teddy boy,"the widow cried
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| «Yer two fine legs were your mother’s pride stumps
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| of a tree won’t do at all
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| Why didn’t ye run from the cannon ball?»
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| With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a,
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| Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
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| With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
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| Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
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| «Now against all war, I do profrain
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| Between Don Juan and the King of Spain
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| And, by herrons, I’ll make 'em rue the time
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| When they swept the legs from a child of mine.» |