Mrs. McGraw "Now Mrs. McGraw," the captain said. "Would you like to make a pirate out of your son, Ted? With a Scarlet Coat and a fine top hat, Now Mrs. McGraw wouldn't you like that?" Chorus: Yippee too-ri-yah Foddle diddle dah A-too-ri-ooh-ri-ooh-ri-yah Yippee too-ri-yah Foddle diddle dah A-too-ri-ooh-ri-ooh-ri-yah Now Mrs. McGraw lived on the seashore For the space of seven long years or more. She spied a ship comin’ into the bay, "This is my son, Teddy, won’t ya' clear the way!" (chorus) "Ahoy there Captain, where have ya' been? Have you been out sailin' on the Mediterranean? Have you any news of my son, Ted? Is the poor boy livin' or is he dead?" (chorus) Then up steps Ted without any legs, And in their place there were two wooden pegs. She kissed him a dozen odd times or two, Cried, "Holy Moses, it couldn't be you?" (chorus) "Now was ya' drunk or was ya' blind, When you left your two fine legs behind? Or was ya' out walking on the bay That tore your legs from the knees away?" (chorus) "NO, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind, When I left my two fine legs behind. A big cannonball on the fifth of May Tore my two fine legs from the knees away!" (chorus) "Now, Teddy, me boy," the old widow cried, "Yer two fine legs were yer mammy's pride, Them stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all, Why did you not run from the big cannon ball?" (chorus) Now foreign wars I do profane Against Don Juan and the King of Spain I’d rather have my Teddy as he used to be Than the king of France and the whole navy. (chorus) |
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