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'Mrs. McGraw,' the sergeant said,
'Would you like a soldier out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet cloak and a big cocked hat,
Mrs. McGraw, wouldn't you like that?'

Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.

Now, Mrs. McGraw lived on the shore
And after seven years or more
She spy'd a ship comin' in on the bay
With her son from far away

'Oh, Captain dear, where have you been,
Have you been out sailin' on the Mediterranean?.
Have you news of my son Ted,
Is he livin' or is he dead?'

Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.

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?'

'Were you drunk or were you blind
When you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it walking upon the sea
That tore your two fine legs away?'

Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.

'No I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind...
A cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs away.'

'My Teddy boy,' the widow cried ,
"Your two fine legs were your mother's pride
Stumps of a tree won't do at all
Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?'

Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.

Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.

'All foreign wars I do proclaim
Live on blood and a mother's pain
I'd rather have my son like he used to be
Than a king of American and his whole navy!'

Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Wi your too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.

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