My son John was tall and slim
He had a leg for every limb
But now he’s got no legs at all
For he ran a race with a cannonball
To be roo-dum-da, fadda-riddle-da
Whack for the riddle, to be roo-dum-da
Oh, were you deaf or were you blind
When you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it sailing on the sea
Lost you two fine legs right down to the knee
To be roo-dum-da, fadda-riddle-da
Whack for the riddle, to be roo-dum-da
I was not deaf, I was not blind
When I left my two fine legs behind
Nor was it sailing on the sea
Lost me two fine legs right down to the knee
To be roo-dum-da, fadda-riddle-da
Whack for the riddle, to be roo-dum-da
Oh, why have stumps instead of legs
I shuffle around, unfit to beg
Them chippy mates are legs for me
But they’re too short, as you can see
To be roo-dum-da, fadda-riddle-da
Whack for the riddle, to be roo-dum-da
Now I’m short, now I’m round
I live my life too near the ground
But fortune plays his trick on thieves
For I was known as Lofty Greens
To be roo-dum-da, fadda-riddle-da
Whack for the riddle, to be roo-dum-da
Oh, I was tall
And I was slim
And I had a leg for every limb
But now I’ve got no legs at all
For I ran a race with a cannonball
To be roo-dum-da, fadda-riddle-da
Whack for the riddle, to be roo-dum-da
To be roo-dum-da, fadda-riddle-da
Whack for the riddle, to be roo-dum-da
To be roo-dum-da, fadda-riddle-da
Whack for the riddle, to be roo-dum-da
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The Albany Shantymen Lyrics – My Son John