Mrs. McGrath

With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

Now, Mrs. McGrath, Dr. Tierney did brag,

Send your so up to college where he can study Ag

He'll a Volkswagen car and a tener a week flat

Mrs. McGrath wouldn't you like that

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Now Mrs. McGrath came from County Clare

And for forty-seven or more years she lived there

She was a milkin' cows and a feedin' pigs

To keep ol' Ciaran in his Dublin digs

With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

Said a friend one day, "What a terrible shame."

As she swept out the kitchen a letter came

It bore bad news which was not expected

Ciaran had failed four times and he was now rejected

With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

So Ciaran then wrote back to daddy, he said, "Dear Daddy."

"It wasn't the work and it wasn't the strain

And wasn't on your own darling son that lay the blame."

For when I came up Clare I was an innocent lad

But the fellas in the digs they drove me to the bad

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I tried to stay and work at night,

The fellas in the digs took me out on the skite

And when you sent me me fees now what do you think

Sure I spent all the money on the women and the drink

With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya

So the moral of the story is plain and clear

Stay away from the women and stay off the beer

And if you got a son on the farmer

Keep the young pup there where he'll be out of harm

With your toor-ri-ya fol da-diddle-ya Toor-ri toor-ri toor-ri-ya