My Son John

My son John was tall and slim

And he had a leg for every limb

Now he's got no legs at all

They're both shot away with a cannonball

Well were you drunk or were you blind

To leave your two fine legs behind

Or was it from walking upon the sea

That took your legs from the ground to the knee

I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind

To leave my two fine legs behind

Was a cannonball on the fifth of May

Took my two fine legs away

And all the foreign wars I'll now denounce

'Twixt this king of England or that king of France

I'd rather my legs as they used to be

Than the king of Spain and his whole navy

For I was tall and I was slim

And I had a leg for every limb

Now I've got no legs at all

You can't win a race with a cannonball

For I was tall and I was slim

And I had a leg for every limb

Now I've got no legs at all

You can't win a race with a cannonball