Rebel Songbook LM
Last House In Our Street
Last Night I Had A Happy Dream
Legion Of The Rearguard
Let Erin Remember
Let The People Sing
Lid Of My Granny's Bin
Limb Of The Law,The
Little Drummer Boy
London's Derry
Lonely Woods Of Upton
Long Held In Chains
Long Kesh
Long March To Derry,The
Loughall Ambush,The
Lough Sheelin Eviction
Mairéad Farrell
Man From God-Knows-Where,The
Man From Mullingar
Man From The Daily Mail,The
Martin Hurson
Masters Of War
McElwee's Farewell
McVerry's Men
Meet Me At The Pillar
Memory Of The Dead,The
Men Behind The Wire
Men Of Easter Week
Men Of '81
Men Of The West
Merry Ploughboy
Michael Divine
Michael Collins
Michael Dwyer
Minstrel Boy,The
Mountains Of Pomeroy,The
Murray And McDonald
My Father Once Said To Me
My Heart Is In Ireland
My Last Farewell
My Little Armalite
My Old Man
My Youngest Son Came Home Today

Mrs McGrath

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 or more,
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 pegs
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 behind?
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 behind,
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 pride.
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.'