Mrs. Mcgrath (live) Lyrics - Live In Dublin - Bruce Springsteen & The Sessions Band

"O Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said 

"Would you like a soldier of your son Ted? 

With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat 

Now Mrs. McGrath would you like that?" 

With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, 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 

"O Captain dear where have ye been? 

You been sailing the Mediterranean? 

Have you news from 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 ye drunk or were ye blind 

When ye left yer 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, 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 

Now 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 

"My, Teddy boy," the widow cried 

"Yer two fine legs were yer mother's pride 

Stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all 

Why didn't ye run from the cannon ball?" 

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-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa 

"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-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-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