Mrs. McGrath - Bruce Springsteen
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[verse1]
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"Oh Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
                F                       C
"Would you like a soldier of your son, Ted?

With a scarlet cloak and a fine cocked hat,
                                 Dm
Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that?"


                [chorsu]
                              Dm
                With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,
                F                                   C
                Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fol-
                                              Dm
                Did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa


[verse2]
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Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
      F                 C
And after seven years or more

she spied a ship come into the bay
                        Dm
with her son from far away

[verse3]
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"Oh, Captain dear, where have you been.
       F                             C
Have you been out sailin' on the Mediteren'.

Have you any news of my son Ted.
                       Dm
Is he livin' or is he dead?"


[chorus]


[verse4]
      Dm
Now came Ted without any legs
     F                         C
And in their place two wooden pegs

She kissed him a dozen times or two
                         Dm
Saying "My God Ted is it you?"

[verse5]
      Dm
"Now were you drunk or were you blind
      F                            C
When you left your two fine legs behind?

Or was it walking upon the sea
                              Dm
That wore your two fine legs away?"


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[verse6]
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"No I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
     F                         C
When I left my two fine legs behind.

a cannon ball on the fifth of May
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Tore my two fine legs away."

[verse7]
       Dm
"Now Teddy boy," the widow cried
       F                               C
"Your two fine legs was your mother's pride

Them stumps of a tree won't do at all
                                    Dm
Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?"


[chorus]


[verse8]
      Dm
All foreign wars, I do proclaim
      F                       C
Live on blood and a mother's pain

I'd rather have my son as he used to be
                                        Dm
than the king of America and his whole navy


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