Lyrics Old Johnny Buckle - Shirley Collins

Old Johnny Buckle

Now Old Johnny Buckle went a’riding one day
His horse got broke and his cart run away
If Old Johnny Buckle hadn’t come to a stop
He’d have fell from the bottom of the hill to the top
Old Mrs. Buckle went a’fishing one day
She caught her left leg in the clay
The toads and frogs all wobbled about
She ran to get a shovel to dig herself out
Old Johnny Buckle went to Doctor Hook
And he jotted it down in his black book
Says 'Mr.
Buckle you must begin
To rub your wife’s left leg with gin'
Now Old Johnny Buckle thought it a great sin
To rub his wife’s left leg with gin
He poured the gin down his old groggle
And rubbed his wife’s left leg with the bottle
God made man, man made money
God made the bees and the bees made honey
God made Satan and Satan made sin
Along comes Satan and took Johnny in
I do believe
I do believe
Old Johnny Buckle was a gay old Buckle
And Old Mrs. Buckle too