Mrs Mcgrath

Verse 1
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"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said
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"Would you like a soldier out of your son Ted
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With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat
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Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"

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

Verse 2
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So, Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
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for the space of seven years or more
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‘Till she spied a ship sailing in the bay
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With her son from far away" (lyrics NOK)

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

Verse 3
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"Oh captain dear, where have you been
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Have you been sailing the Mediterranean
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Have you tidings of my son Ted
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Is he living or is he dead?"

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

Verse 4
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Then up 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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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da,
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too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
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With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da,
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too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

Verse 5
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"Now, was you drunk or was you blind
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When you left your two fine legs behind
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Or was it walking upon the sea
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That wore your two fine legs away?"

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

Verse 6
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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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But a cannonball on the fifth of May
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Tore my two fine legs away"

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

Verse 7
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"My Teddyboy," the widow cried
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"Your two fine legs were your mothers pride
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Stumps of a tree won't do at all (LYRICS NOK)
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Why didn't you run from the big cannon ball?"

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

[Verse 8] (Lyrics TOTALLY WRONG, please give nice correction)
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"All foreign wars I do proclaim
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Live on the blood and the mothers pain
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I'd rather have my son as he used to be
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Than the King of France and his whole navy"

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