”Oh Mrs McGrath” the sergeant said “Would you like a soldier of your son Ted? With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat Now Mrs McGrath would you like that?” With a too-ry-ay Fol-diddle-dee-ay To-ry-oo-ry-oo-ry-ay With a too-ry-ay Fol-diddle-dee-ay To-ry-oo-ry-oo-ry-ay Now Mrs McGrath lived on the shore And after seven years or more She spied a ship come into the bay With her son from far away “O captain dear, where have you been? You been sailing the Mediterranean? Have you news of my son Ted? Is he living or is he dead?” Then 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 you drunk or were you blind When ye left yer two fine legs behind? Or was it walking upon the sea That wore your two fine legs away?” “No, 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 won’t do at all Why didn’t ye run from the cannonball?” ”All the 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!”