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