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Mrs. McGrath - Bruce Springsteen

Traditional





Capo 5th fret



Am

"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said

           C                         G

"Would you like to make a soldier of your son Ted



With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat

                       Am

Now Mrs. McGrath would you like that?"





With me too-rye-ay



Foddle-diddle-day

        C            G

With me toorye oorye oorye-ay



With me toorye-ay



Foddle diddle day

                Am

Me toorye oorye oorye-ay





Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the sea shore

And after seven years or more

She spied a ship coming into the bay

With her son from far away





"Oh captain dear, where have ye been?

You been sailing on the Mediterranean?

Have you news of my son Ted?

Is he living or is he dead?"





With me too-rye-ay



Foddle-diddle-day

        C            G

With me toorye oorye oorye-ay



With me toorye-ay



Foddle diddle day

                Am

Me toorye oorye oorye-ay





Then up 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 me too-rye-ay



Foddle-diddle-day

        C            G

With me toorye oorye oorye-ay



With me toorye-ay



Foddle diddle day

                Am

Me toorye oorye oorye-ay





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 me too-rye-ay



Foddle-diddle-day

        C            G

With me toorye oorye oorye-ay



With me toorye-ay



Foddle diddle day

                Am

Me toorye oorye oorye-ay





"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!