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âMrs. McGraw,â the sergeant said
âWould you like to make a soldier out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet cloak and a fine cocked hat
Yeah, Mrs. McGraw wouldnât you like that?â
[Chorus]
Yeah, to me too-rye-ah
Foddle-diddle-dah
Too-rye oo-rye oo-rye ah
Yeah, to me too-rye-ah
Foddle diddle dah
Too-rye oo-rye oo-rye ah
[Verse 2]
Now, Mrs. McGraw lived on the seashore
For the space of seven long years or more
âTil she saw big ship sailing in the bay
âHallelu, babbelu, I think itâs he!â
âOh, Captain dear, where have you been
Have you been out sailinâ on the Mediterenâ
Have you any tidings of my son Ted
Is the poor boy livinâ or is he dead?â
[Chorus]
Yeah, to me too-rye-ah
Foddle-diddle-dah
Too-rye oo-rye oo-rye ah
Yeah, to me too-rye-ah
Foddle diddle dah
Too-rye oo-rye oo-rye ah
[Verse 3]
Now up comes Ted, without any legs
And in their place there were two wooden pegs
She kissed him a dozen times or two
Saying âHoly moly could it be you?â
âNow was you drunk or was you blind
When you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it out walking upon the sea
That tore your legs from the knees away?â
[Chorus]
Yeah, to me too-rye-ah
Foddle-diddle-dah
Too-rye oo-rye oo-rye ah
Yeah, to me too-rye-ah
Foddle diddle dah
Too-rye oo-rye oo-rye ah
[Verse 4]
âNo I wasnât drunk and I wasnât blind
When I left my two fine legs behind
For a cannon ball on the fifth of May
Took my two fine legs from the knees away.â
âNow Teddy my boy,â the old widow cried
âYour two fine legs was your mamaâs pride
Them stumps of a tree wonât do at all
Why didnât you run from the big cannon ball?â
[Chorus]
Yeah, to me too-rye-ah
Foddle-diddle-dah
Too-rye oo-rye oo-rye ah
Yeah, to me too-rye-ah
Foddle diddle dah
Too-rye oo-rye oo-rye ah
[Verse 5]
âNow against all war, I do profain
Between Don Juan and the King of Spain
And, by herons, Iâll make âem rue the time
When they swept the legs from a child of mine.â
[Chorus]
Yeah, to me too-rye-ah
Foddle-diddle-dah
Too-rye oo-rye oo-rye ah
Yeah, to me too-rye-ah
Foddle diddle dah
Too-rye oo-rye oo-rye ah
For Mrs. McGraw