Ah Mrs McGrath the sergeant said
Would you like to make a soldier out
of your son, Ted
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat
Now Mrs McGrath, wouldn't you like that?
Wid yer too ri aa fol the did-dle aa,
Too ri oo ri oo ri aa
Wid yer too ri aa
Fol the did-le aa
Too ri oo ri oo ri aa.
Now Mrs McGrath lived on the sea-shore,
For the space of seven long years
Till she saw a big ship into the bay -
'Here's my son Ted, will ye clear the way?'
'Oh, Captain dear, where have you been?
Have you been in the Mediterreen?
Will ye tell me the news of my son Ted?
Is the poor boy living or is he dead?'
Ah well up comes Ted without any legs
And in their place he had two wooden
Well she kissed him a dozen times or two
Saying, 'Glory be to God, shure it wouldn't be you!'
'Oh then were ye drunk or were you blind,
That you let yer two fine legs
Or was it while walking on the sea,
A big fish ate yer legs from the knee away?'
'Well I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind,
When I left my two fine legs
But a cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs from the knees away.'
'Oh Teddy me boy,' the ould widow cried,
'Yer two fine legs were yer mammy's
Them stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all -
Why didn't ye run from the big cannon ball?'
'Well all foreign wars I do proclaim
Between Dn John and the King of Spain
And by herrins I'll make them rue the time
That they swept the legs from a child of mine.'