Here's a song about 200 years old and has a nice chorus.You can come in with it.It's one of these old Irish songs full of Father Dado, Lincoln Idol type words.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Oh, Mrs. McGrath, the sergeant said, would you like to make a soldier out of your son,Ted?With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat now, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that?Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.So, Mrs. McGrath sat on the seashore for the space of seven long years or more, till shespied a ship come a-sailin' on the sea.Hullaloo, bubbaloo, and I think it is he.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Oh, Captain dear, where have you been?Have you been sailin' on the Mediterranean?Oh, have you any tidings of my son, Ted?Is the poor boy livin' or is he dead?Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Then up steps Ted without any legs, and in their place two wooden pegs.She kissed him a dozen times or two, cryin',Holy Moses, it isn't you.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Oh, was you drunk or was you blind when you left your two fine legs behind?Or was it walkin' upon the sea wore your two fine legs from the knees away?Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.I wasn't drunk, I wasn't blind when I left my two fine legs behind.But a cannonball on the 5th of May swept my two fine legs from the knees away.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Oh, Teddy, my boy, the widow cried, your two fine legs were your mother's pride.I'd rather have my Ted as he used to be than the king of France and his whole navy.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.All foreign wars I do proclaim between Don John and the King of Spain.By the heavens, I'll make them rue the time they swept a leg from a child of mine.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya.Oh, sing it again!Wichitoo raya, father diddle ah, too raya, raya, raya.I don't know about you, but I think I hope that songs like that are never going to be written again as long as the human race lives.I'd rather...