Mrs McGrath

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Big Bill Broonzy

Big Bill Broonzy (June 26, 1903 – August 15, 1958) was a prolific American blues singer, songwriter and guitarist. His career began in the 1920s when he played country blues to mostly black audiences. Through the ‘30s and ‘40s he successfully navigated a transition in style to a more urban blues sound popular with working class Black audiences. In the 1950s a return to his traditional folk-blues roots made him one of the leading figures of the emerging American folk music revival and an international star. His long and varied career marks him as one of the key figures in the development of blues music in the 20th century. more »

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2016

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"Mrs. McGrath," the sergeant said,
"Would you like a soldier
Of your son, Ted?
With a scattered coat and a big cocked hat,
Mrs. McGrath wouldn you like that?"
With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle- di-a,
Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
Mrs. McGrath lived on the shore
For the space of seven long years or more
She spied a ship come in to the bay
With her son from far away
"Oh, Captain dear, where have ye been.
Ye been sailin' the Mediterranean'.
Have ye news of my son Ted.
Is he livin' or is he dead?"
With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
There 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 ye drunk or were ye blind
When ye left yer two fine legs behind?
Or was it the walking upon the sea
That tore your legs away?"
"No I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind.
A cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs away."
With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a,
Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
"Now Teddy boy," the widow cried
"Yer two fine legs were your mother's pride stumps of a tree won't do at all
Why didn't ye run from the cannon ball?"
With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a,
Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
With a too-ri-a, fo-diddle-di-a
Too-ri-o-ri-o-ri-a
"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."

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