My Son John - Scythian

My son John was tall and slim

And he had a leg for every limb

Now he got no legs at all

They’re both shot away by cannonball

Oh rum rye for a little lie

Whack for a diddle to me ooh rum rye

Oh were you drunk or were you blind

To leave your two fine legs behind?

It wasn’t from walking upon the sea

That took your legs from the ground to the knee

Oh rum rye for a little lie

Whack for a diddle to me ooh rum rye

I wasn’t drunk and I wasn’t blind

To leave my two fine legs behind

It was a cannonball on the fifth of May

That took my two fine legs away

Oh rum rye for a little lie

Whack for a diddle to me ooh rum rye

All foreign wars I’ll soon renounce

Between this king of england

And that king of france

I’d rather my legs they used to be

Than the king of spain and his whole navy