"Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said    "Would you like to make a soldier of your son Ted    With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat    Now Mrs. McGrath would you like that?"       With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,    too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa,    fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa       Now Mrs. McGrath lived on the sea shore    And after seven years or more    She spied a ship coming into the bay    With her son from far away          "Oh captain dear, where have ye been?    You been sailing on the Mediterranean?    Have you news of my son Ted?    Is he living or is he dead?"       With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,    too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa,    fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa       Then up 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 ye drunk or were ye blind    When ye left yer two fine legs behind?    Or was it walking upon the sea    That wore your two fine legs away?"       With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,    too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa,    fol-did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa       Now 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 wouldn't do at all    Why didn't ye run from the cannon ball?"       With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa,    too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa,    fol-did-dle-di-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 as he used to be    Than the King of America    And his whole Navy!