Mrs. McGraw

"Now Mrs. McGraw," the captain said.
"Would you like to make a pirate out of your son Ted?
With a scarlet coat and a fine cocked hat.
Mrs. McGraw wouldn't you like that?"
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So Mrs. McGraw lived on the seashore.
With a space of seven long years or more.
Till she saw a ship sailing on the bay.
"That's my son Ted. Will you clear the way?"
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"Captain dear, where have you been?
Have you been sailing on the Mediterannean?
Have you any tidings of my son Ted?
Is the poor boy living or is he dead?"
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Then up steps Ted, without any legs.
And in their place he has two wooden pegs.
She kissed him a dozen times or two.
Crying, "Holy Moses! Is it really you?"
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"Were you drunk or were you blind
when you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it walking on the sea
that tore your legs from the knees away?"
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"I wasn't drunk. I wasn't blind
when I left my two fine legs behind.
A big cannonball on the fifth of May
tore my two fine legs from the knees away."
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"Teddy boy," the old widow cried.
"Them two fine legs were your mother's pride.
The stumps of a tree won't do at all!
Why didn't you run from the big cannonball?"
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