My Son John

My son John was tall and slim

and he'd a leg for ev'ry limb.

But now he's got no legs at all

for he ran a race with a cannon ball

Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da

Whack fo' the riddle Timmy roo dun da

Well were ya drunk or were ya blind

when ya left your two fine legs behind

Or was it sailin' on the sea

wore your two fine legs right down to the knee

I was not drunk, I was not blind

when I left my two fine legs behind

Nor was it sailin' on the sea

wore my two fine legs right down to the knee

Each foreign war I'll now denounce

'tween the King of England and the King of France

For I'd rather my legs as they used to be

than the king of Spain and his whole navy

I was tall and I was slim

And I'd a leg for ev'ry limb

But now I've got no legs at all

They were both shot away by a cannon ball

I was tall and I was slim

And I'd a leg for ev'ry limb

But now I've got no legs at all

They done come off on a cannon ball