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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Mrs. McGrath}
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[by=Bruce Springsteen,cov=we-shall-overcome,album=We shall overcome]
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\cover
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\gtab{Rém}{XX0231}
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\gtab{Fa}{1:022100}
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\gtab{Do}{X32010}
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\lilypond{Mrs_McGrath}
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\beginverse
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``Oh, \[Rém]Mrs. McGrath'', the sergeant said
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``Would you \[Fa]like to make a soldier \[Do]out of your son Ted
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With a \[Do]scarlett coat and a big cocked hat
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Oh, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't \[Rém]you like that?''
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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With your \[Rém]too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da
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\[Fa]Too-ri, oor-ri, \[Do]oor-ri-a
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With your \[Do]too-ri-a, fol-di-diddle-da
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Too-ri, oor-ri, \[Rém]oor-ri-a
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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Now, Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
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For the space of seven long years or more
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She spied a ship coming into the bay
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With her son from far away
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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``Oh captain dear, where have you been
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You've been sailing the Mediterranean
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Have you news of my son Ted
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Is he living or is he dead?''
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Up came Ted without any legs
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And in their place, two wooden pegs
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She kissed him a dozen times or two
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And said: ``My god, Ted is it you?''
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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``Now, were you drunk or were you blind
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When you left your two fine legs behind?
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Or was it walking upon the sea
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That wore your two fine legs away?''
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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``No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
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When I left my two fine legs behind
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A cannon ball on the fifth of May
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Tore my two fine legs away''
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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``Oh, Teddyboy'', the widow cried
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``Your two fine legs were your mother's pride
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Stumps of a tree won't do at all
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Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?''
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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``All foreign wars I do proclaim
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Live on the blood and the mothers' pain
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I'd rather have my son as he used to be
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Than the king of America and his whole Navy''
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\endverse
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\endsong
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