"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the seeant said, "Would you like to make a soldier out of your son, Ted? With a scarlet coat, and a big cocked hat, Sure, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"
Cho: With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day, Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
Now Mrs. McGrath lived by the seashore For the space of seven long years or more; Till she say a big ship sail into the bay, "Here's my son, Ted, will ye clear the way!"
Cho:
"Oh, Captain, dear, where have ye been? ; Have you been in the Meditereen? Will ye tell me the news of my son, Ted? Is the poor boy livin', or is he dead?"
Cho:
Ah, well up comes Ted without any legs An in their place he had two wooden pegs, Well, she kissed him a dozen times or two, Saying "Glory to God?, sure it wouldn't be you!"
Cho:
"Oh were ye drunk, or were ye blind That ye left your two fine legs behind? Or was it while walkin' on the sea A big fish ate your legs from the knees away?"
Cho:
"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."
Cho:
"Oh, Teddy, me boy," the old widow cried, "Yer two fine legs were yer mammy's pride, Them stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all, Why didn't ye run from the big cannon ball?"
Cho:
"Well, all foreign wars I do proclaim Between Don John and the King of Spain, And bejasus I'll make them rue the time That they swept the legs from a child of mine."
Cho:
@war @soldier [ MRSMCGRT MCSMCGRT
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