Springsteen Bruce - Mrs McGrath, аккорды

Verse 1:
         
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"Oh Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said, 
                
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"Would you like a soldier of your son, Ted?  
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With a scarlet cloak and a fine cocked hat, 
                                 
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Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that?" 
  
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With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, 
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Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fol- 
                              
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Did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa 
 
Verse 2:
     
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Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore 
      
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And after seven years or more  
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she spied a ship come into the bay 
                        
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with her son from far away 
 
Verse 3:
     
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"Oh, Captain dear, where have you been. 
       
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Have you been out sailin' on the Mediteren'. 
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Have you any news of my son Ted. 
                       
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Is he livin' or is he dead?" 
  
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With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, 
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Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fol- 
                              
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Did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa 
  
Verse 4:
      
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Now came Ted without any legs 
     
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And in their place two wooden pegs 
 
She kissed him a dozen times or two 
                         
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Saying "My God Ted is it you?" 

Verse 5:
      
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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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With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, 
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Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fol- 
                              
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Did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa 
  
Verse 6:
    
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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." 
 
Verse 7:
       
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"Now Teddy boy," the widow cried 
       
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"Your two fine legs was your mother's pride 
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Them 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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With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, 
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Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fol- 
                              
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Did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa 
  
Verse 8:
      
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All foreign wars, I do proclaim 
      
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Live on blood and a mother's 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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With your too-ri-aa, fol-did-dle-di-aa, 
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Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa, too-ri-aa, fol- 
                              
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Did-dle-di-aa, too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa