Mrs. McGrath Bruce Springsteen
Mrs. McGrath - Bruce Springsteen
"Oh Mrs. [Dm]McGrath," the sergeant said,
"Would you like [F]a soldier of your son, T[C]ed?
With a scarlet cloak and a fine cocked hat,
Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like th[Dm]at?"
With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fol-
Mrs. [Dm]McGrath lived on the shore
And af[F]ter seven years or[C] more
she spied a ship come into the bay
with her son from far aw[Dm]ay
"Oh, [Dm]Captain dear, where have you been.
Have yo[F]u been out sailin' on the Medi[C]teren'.
Have you any news of my son Ted.
Is he livin' or is he d[Dm]ead?"
Now ca[Dm]me Ted without any legs
And i[F]n their place two wooden p[C]egs
She kissed him a dozen times or two
Saying "My God Ted is it [Dm]you?"
"Now w[Dm]ere you drunk or were you blind
When y[F]ou left your two fine legs be[C]hind?
Or was it walking upon the sea
That wore your two fine legs a[Dm]way?"
"No [Dm]I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When [F]I left my two fine legs be[C]hind.
a cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs a[Dm]way."
"Now Te[Dm]ddy boy," the widow cried
"Your t[F]wo fine legs was your mother's p[C]ride
Them stumps of a tree won't do at all
Why didn't you run from the cannon b[Dm]all?"
All fo[Dm]reign wars, I do proclaim
Live o[F]n blood and a mother's p[C]ain
I'd rather have my son as he used to be
than the king of America and his whole n[Dm]avy