Тональность

 
Verse 1:
         Dm  
"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?" 
  
Chorus:
              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 
 
Verse 2:
     Dm  
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 
 
Verse 3:
     Dm  
"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:
              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 
  
Verse 4:
      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?" 

Verse 5:
      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?" 
  
Chorus:
              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 
  
Verse 6:
    Dm  
"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 
                       Dm  
Tore my two fine legs away." 
 
Verse 7:
       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:
              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 
  
Verse 8:
      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 
  
Chorus:
              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