Lyrics My Son John - Tim Hart, Maddy Prior

My Son John

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