| My son John was tall and slim
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| And he’d a leg for ev’ry limb
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| But now he’s got no legs at all
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| For he ran a race with a cannon ball
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| Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da
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| Whack fo' the riddle Timmy roo dun da
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| Well were ya drunk or were ya blind
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| When ya left your two fine legs behind
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| Or was it sailin' on the sea
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| Wore your two fine legs right down to the knee
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| I was not drunk, I was not blind
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| When I left my two fine legs behind
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| Nor was it sailin' on the sea
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| Wore my two fine legs right down to the knee
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| Each foreign war I’ll now denounce
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| ‘tween the King of England and the King of France
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| For I’d rather my legs as they used to be
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| Than the king of Spain and his whole navy
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| I was tall and I was slim
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| And I’d a leg for ev’ry limb
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| But now I’ve got no legs at all
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| They were both shot away by a cannon ball
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| I was tall and I was slim
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| And I’d a leg for ev’ry limb
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| But now I’ve got no legs at all
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| They done come off on a cannon ball |