| «Now, Mrs. McGrath,"the sergeant said,
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| «Would you like to make a soldier
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| Out of your son, Ted?
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| With a scarlet cloak and a fine cocked hat,
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| Mrs. McGrath wouldn’t you like that?»
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| Mrs. McGrath lived on the seashore
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| For the span of seven long years or more
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| 'Till she saw big ship sailing into the bay
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| Saying,"Here's my son Ted! Won’t you clear the way!"
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| «Oh, Captain dear, where have you been.
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| Have you been out sailin' on the Meditereen'.
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| 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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| Now up comes Ted without any legs
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| And in their place he has two wooden pegs
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| She kissed him a dozen times or two
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| Saying «Holly Molly! |
| Sure, it couldn’t be you?»
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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 out walking upon the sea
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| That tore your legs from the ground to the knee?»
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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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| For a cannon ball on the fifth of May
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| Took my two fine legs from the knees away.»
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| «Now Teddy me boy,"the old widow cried
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| «Your two fine legs was your mama’s pride
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| Them stumps of a tree won’t do at all
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| Why didn’t you run from the big cannon ball?»
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| «Now against all war, I do profrain
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| Between Don Juan and the King of Spain
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| And, by herrons, I’ll make 'em rue the time
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| When they swept the legs from a child of mine.» |