Lyr Req: Parody of Mrs. McGrath (Biddy McGrath)

Subject: Lyr Req: Parody of Mrs. McGrath
From: Bev and Jerry
Date: 09 Mar 04 - 08:45 PM

We've checked the D.T. and the Forum and come up empty handed (or maybe it's empty screened).

Two years ago when we were in Ireland, at a singers club, we heard a parody of Mrs. McGrath that included the words " would you like to make a doctor out of your son Ted". We tried to contact Michael Smith, the Irish Defence minister, who sang it but never got any response. Does anyone know the words to this?

Bev and Jerry

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Parody of Mrs. McGrath
From: Flash Company
Date: 10 Mar 04 - 06:43 AM

There was in Liverpool a song of Bridget McGrath who strangled two sailors with the straps of her bra!

FC

Subject: Lyr Add: BIDDY MCGRATH
From: Fergie
Date: 10 Mar 04 - 09:47 AM

Not the one you want but a good one.
We used to sing this in Dublin in the sixties

Biddy McGrath

I'll tell you a story that will give you all a shock,
It's about a double murder on the Ringsend dock.
The person in question was young Biddy McGrath
She strangled two sailors with the straps of her bra.

Chorus (after each verse)
With yer too roy ah, fol de diddle da,
To roy, ooh roy, ohh roy ah.

Well they tried to get her drunk by feeding her strong liquor,
Their evil plan was to get their hands on her knickers.
But she remembered the advice of her ma and her da,
When she felt a sneaky hand on the straps of her bra.

Well the first tar with Biddy tried to have his evil way,
But our Bridget quickly put an end to his play,
For she wrapped those straps around the big sailor's neck,
And she dropped him in the Liffey from the quarterdeck.

Then the second tar grabber her and he laughed "He he"
So she grabbed him and throttled him with her 40 double D.
His face turned purple and before he fell,
She lifted up her skirts and she ran like hell.

Biddy got home that night 'bout a quarter to one,
Very happy and contented with a job well done.
She told her story to her ma and her da,
They said, "Thanks be to jasus you were wearing' yer bra!"

Well they soon had a visit from the limb of the law,
'cos the Coppers knew that Biddy was a real hard chaw.
They had prime piece of evidence for all to see,
Biddy's Saint Bernard's double wired 40 double D.

She was charged with double murder the very next day,
And the judge said to Bridget for this crime you must pay,
So I sentence you young Bridget McGrath,
To be hung from the gallows by the straps of your bra.

Now all you young ladies who go roaming late at night,
Be sure to keep the straps of your bra real tight.
Just remember the story of Biddy McGrath.
Keep one hand on your knickers and the other on your bra.

And here's a warning to you young sailors if you visit Dublin Town,
Where Nelson's Pillar used to be found,
Keep your hands off the mot with the brand new bra,
You might be throttled by the ghost of Biddy McGrath.
Chorus (twice).

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Parody of Mrs. McGrath
From: Fergie
Date: 10 Mar 04 - 09:57 AM

I searched old threads and found another parody which might be the you are looking for

"O Mrs. McGrath," Dr. Tierney did brag,
"Send your son up to college where he can study ag.
He'll get a Volkswagen car and a tenner a week flat.
Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"

Wid yer too ry aa, fol the diddle da
Too ry oo ry oo ry aa

Now Mrs. McGrath came from County Clare,
And for 47 or more years she'd lived there.
She was a milkin' cows and a feedin' pigs
To keep ould Ciaran in his Dublin digs.

But then one day, what a terrible shame,
As she swept out the kitchen now a letter came.
It bore bad news which was not expected.
Ciaran had failed four times and was now rejected.

(Spoken)
So Ciaran then wrote back to Daddy, and he said, "Dear Daddy . . .

It wasn't the work and it wasn't the strain,
And it wasn't on your own darling son that lay the blame.
But when I came up from Clare I was an innocent lad,
But the fellers in the digs they drove me to the bad.

O, I tried to stay in and work at night.
Sure, the fellers in the digs took me out in the spite.
And when you sent me my fees, now what do you think?
Sure, I spent all the money on the women and the drink.

Now the moral of the story is plain and clear -
Stay away from the women and keep off the beer.
And if you've got a son on the farm,
Keep the young pup there where he'll be out of harm.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Parody of Mrs. McGrath
From: Bev and Jerry
Date: 10 Mar 04 - 11:37 AM

Thanks Fergie. That last one is pretty close but not exactly it. What we heard was just a bit closer to the original in that the mother asks questions when the son returns and he was studying medicine not Ag.

Bev and Jerry