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 Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da Whack fo' the riddle Timmy roo dun da 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 Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da Whack fo' the riddle Timmy roo dun da 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 Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da Whack fo' the riddle Timmy roo dun da 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 Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da Whack fo' the riddle Timmy roo dun da Well, 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 Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da Whack fo' the riddle Timmy roo dun da Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da Whack fo' the riddle Timmy roo dun da