Mrs. McGrath

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Bruce Springsteen - Rock, In English

Mrs. McGrath

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"Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said "Would you like a soldier of your son, Ted? With a scarlet cloak and a big cocked hat Mrs. McGrath, would you like that?" With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore And after seven years or more She spied a ship come into the bay With her son from far away "Oh, Captain dear, where have you been? You been sailing the Mediterranean? Have you news of my son Ted? Is he living, or is he dead?" With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Then came Ted without any legs And in their place two wooden pegs She kissed him a dozen times or two And said, "My God, Ted, is it you?" "Now were you drunk, or were you blind When you left your two fine legs behind? Or was it walking upon the sea That wore your two fine legs away?" With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Wwith a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa "No, I wasn't drunk, and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind A cannonball on the fifth of May Tore my two fine legs away" "Ah, Teddy, boy," the widow cried "Your two fine legs were your mother's pride Them stumps of a tree won't do at all Why didn't you run from the cannonball?" With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa [Instrumental break] "All foreign wars, I do proclaim Live on blood and a mother's pain I'd rather have my son as he used to be Than the King of America and his whole Navy" With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa With a too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

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