My Son John - Tim Hart, Maddy Prior

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 cannonball

Whimmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da

Whack fo' the riddle whimmy roo dun da

Oh, were you deaf or were you blind

When you left your two fine legs behind

Or was it sailin' on the sea

Wore your two fine legs right down to your knee

Whimmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da

Whack fo' the riddle whimmy roo dun da

I was not deaf, I was not blind

When I left my two fine legs behind

Nor was it sailin' on the sea

Wore me two fine legs right down to me knee

Whimmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da

Whack fo' the riddle whimmy roo dun da

For I was tall, 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 cannonball

Whimmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da

Whack fo' the riddle whimmy roo dun da

Whimmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da

Whack fo' the riddle whimmy roo dun da