Lyrics Mrs. Mcgrath - Orthodox Celts, Pachamama

Mrs. Mcgrath

Wid yer too ry aa, fol the diddle da
Too ry oo ry oo ry aa
«Mrs.
McGrath», Dr. Tierney did brag,
«Send your son up to college where he can study ag.
He’ll get a Volkswagen car and a tenner a week flat.
Now Mrs. McGrath, wouldn’t you like that?»
Wid yer too ry aa, fol the diddle da
Too ry oo ry oo ry aa
Mrs. McGrath, she came from County Clare,
And for 47 or more years she’d lived there.
She was a milkin' cows and a feedin' pigs
To keep ould Ciaran in his Dublin digs.
Wid yer too ry aa, fol the diddle da
Too ry oo ry oo ry aa
Found one day, what a terrible shame,
As she swept out the kitchen now a letter came.
And it bore bad news which was not expected.
Ciaran had failed four times and was now rejected.
Wid yer too ry aa, fol the diddle da
Too ry oo ry oo ry aa
Moral of the story is plain and clear —
Stay away from the women and keep off the beer.
And if you’ve got a son on the farm,
Keep the young pup there where he’ll be out of harm.
Wid yer too ry aa, fol the diddle da
Too ry oo ry oo ry aa
Wid yer too ry aa, fol the diddle da
Too ry oo ry oo ry aa