Descarga melodia de "Mrs. Mcgrath"!
"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!
La siguiente letra de canción es una transcripción de la canción original Mrs. Mcgrath de Bruce Springsteen realizada por colaboradores/usuarios de Coveralia.
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