Lyrics My Son John - Scythian

My Son John

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