| Now, Mrs. McGrath, the sargent said
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| Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted?
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| With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat
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| Mrs. McGrath, wouldn’t you like that?
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Now, Mrs McGrath lived on the shore
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| And after seven years or more
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| She spied a ship come into the bay
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| With her son from far away
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| «O captain dear, where have ye been?
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| You been sailing the Mediterranean
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| Have you news of my son Ted
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| Is he living or is he dead?»
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Then came Ted without any legs
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| And in their place two wooden pegs
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| She kissed him a dozen times or two
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| And said, «my God, Ted, is it you?
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| Now were ye drunk or were ye blind
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| When ye left your two fine legs behind?
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| Or was it walking upon the sea
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| That wore your two fine legs away?"
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| «Now I wasn’t drunk and I wasn’t blind
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| When I left my two fine legs behind
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| A cannonball on the fifth of May
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| Tore my two fine legs away»
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| «My, Teddy boy,» the widow cried
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| «Your two fine legs were yer mother’s pride
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| Stumps of a tree won’t do at all
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| Why didn’t ye run from the cannonball?»
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| «All foreign wars I do proclaim
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| Between Don John and the King of Spain
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| I’d rather have my son as he used to be
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| Than the King of France and his whole Navy»
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
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| Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa
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| Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa |