Mrs. McGrath
anonyme
Originale | La versione interpretata da Bruce Springsteen & The Seeger Sessions... |
MRS. MCGRATH “Mrs.McGrath,” the sargeant said, “Would you like to make a soldier Out of your son, Ted? With a scarlet cloak and a fine cocked hat, Mrs. McGraw wouldn’t you like that?” Mrs.McGrath lived on the seashore For the space of seven long years or more ‘Till she saw big ship sailing in the bay “Hallelu, babbelu, I think it’s he!” “Oh, Captain dear, where have you been. Have you been out sailin’ on the Mediteren’. Have you any tidings of my son Ted. Is the poor boy livin’ or is he dead?” Now up comes Ted without any legs And in their place there were two wooden pegs She kissed him a dozen times or two Saying “Holly molly could it be you?” “Now was you drunk or was you blind When you left your two fine legs behind? Or was it out walking upon the sea That tore your legs from the knees away?” “No I wasn’t drunk and I wasn’t blind When I left my two fine legs behind. For a cannon ball on the fifth of May Took my two fine legs from the knees away.” “Now Teddy me boy,” the old widow cried “Your two fine legs was your mama’s pride Them stumps of a tree won’t do at all Why didn’t you run from the big cannon ball?” “Now against all war, I do profrain Between Don Juan and the King of Spain And, by herrons, I’ll make ‘em rue the time When they swept the legs from a child of mine.” | MRS. McGRATH "Oh, Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said "Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat Oh, 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 For the space of seven long years or more She spied a ship coming 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 "No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind A big cannon ball on the fifth of May Tore my two fine legs away" "Oh, Teddyboy," the widow cried "Your two fine legs were your mothers pride Stumps of a tree won't do at all Why didn't you run from the big 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 "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 |