Mrs Mcgrath Acordes

[Verse 1]
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Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
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"Would you like to make a soldier out of your son, Ted?
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With a scarlet coat, and a big cocked hat,
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Sure, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"
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cho: With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day,
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Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
 
[Verse 2]
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Now Mrs. McGrath lived by the seashore
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For the space of seven long years or more;
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Till she say a big ship sail into the bay,
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"Here's my son, Ted, will ye clear the way!"
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cho: With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day,
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Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
 
[Verse 3]
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"Oh, Captain, dear, where have ye been? ;
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Have you been in the Meditereen?
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Will ye tell me the news of my son, Ted?
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Is the poor boy livin', or is he dead?"
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cho: With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day,
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Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
 
[Verse 4]
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Ah, well up comes Ted without any legs
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An in their place he had two wooden pegs,
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Well, she kissed him a dozen times or two,
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Saying "Holy Moses!, sure it wouldn't be you!"
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cho: With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day,
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Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
 
[Verse 5]
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"Oh were ye drunk, or were ye blind
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That ye left your two fine legs behind?
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Or was it while walkin' on the sea
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A big fish ate your legs from the knees away?"
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cho: With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day,
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Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
 
[Verse 6]
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"Well, 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 cannon ball, on the fifth of May,
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Tore my two fine legs from the knees away."
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cho: With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day,
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Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
 
[Verse 7]
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"Oh, Teddy, me boy," the old widow cried,
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"Yer two fine legs were yer mammy's pride,
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Them stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all,
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Why didn't ye run from the big cannon ball?"
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cho: With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day,
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Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
 
[Verse 8]
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"Well, all foreign wars I do proclaim
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Between Don John and the King of Spain,
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And bejasus I'll make them rue the time
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That they swept the legs from a child of mine."
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cho: With your too- ri- ay, fol the diddle day,
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Too- ri- you- ri too- ri- ay.
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