Mrs. McGrath (Live In Dublin)
Mrs. McGrath
Sing by Bruce Springsteen
From Album:
"Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
"Would you like to make a solider out of your son Ted?
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat,
And Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
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
"Oh captain dear, where have you been?
You've been sailing the Mediterranean.
Have you news of my son Ted?
Is he living or is he dead?"
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
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 you drunk or were you blind
When you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it walking upon the sea
That wore your two fine legs away?"
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
"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."
"Oh, Teddy boby," the window 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?"
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
"All foreign wars I do proclaim
Live on the blood and the mothers'pain.
I'd rather have my son as he used to be,
Than the King of America and his whole navy."
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
Mrs. McGrath (Live In Dublin)LRC歌词
[00:00.00]Mrs. McGrath
[00:03.31]Sing by Bruce Springsteen
[00:06.34]From Album:
[00:10.36]
[00:15.10]"Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
[00:17.31]"Would you like to make a solider out of your son Ted?
[00:20.70]With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat,
[00:22.87]And Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"
[00:26.22]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[00:31.56]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[00:37.20]Now, Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
[00:39.27]And after seven years or more
[00:42.52]She spied a ship come into the bay
[00:44.81]With her son from far away
[00:48.25]"Oh captain dear, where have you been?
[00:50.45]You've been sailing the Mediterranean.
[00:53.52]Have you news of my son Ted?
[00:55.77]Is he living or is he dead?"
[00:59.04]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[01:04.22]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[01:10.16]Up came Ted without any legs
[01:12.26]And in their place, two wooden pegs.
[01:15.39]She kissed him a dozen times or two
[01:17.99]And said, "My god, Ted is it you?"
[01:20.86]"Now were you drunk or were you blind
[01:22.99]When you left your two fine legs behind?
[01:26.07]Or was it walking upon the sea
[01:28.31]That wore your two fine legs away?"
[01:31.54]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[01:36.64]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[01:42.08]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[01:47.24]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[01:52.63]"No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
[01:54.77]When I left my two fine legs behind.
[01:57.87]A cannon ball on the fifth of May
[02:00.27]TOre my two fine legs away."
[02:03.18]"Oh, Teddy boby," the window cried.
[02:05.67]"Your two fine legs were your mother's pride.
[02:08.46]Stumps of a tree won't do at all.
[02:10.62]Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?"
[02:13.86]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[02:18.68]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[02:24.33]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[02:29.22]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[02:34.95]
[03:06.35]"All foreign wars I do proclaim
[03:08.78]Live on the blood and the mothers'pain.
[03:11.76]I'd rather have my son as he used to be,
[03:14.01]Than the King of America and his whole navy."
[03:17.32]
[03:19.00]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[03:24.67]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[03:29.79]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[03:34.87]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[03:40.14]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[03:45.12]With your too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da, too-ri, oor-ri,oor-ri-a
[03:51.00]
