My son John was tall and slim And he had a leg for every limb Now he got no legs at all Theyre 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 wasnt 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 wasnt drunk and I wasnt 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 Ill soon renounce Between this king of england And that king of france Id rather my legs they used to be Than the king of spain and his whole navy Oh rum rye for a little lie Whack for a diddle to me ooh rum rye Oh I was tall and I was slim And I had a leg for every limb Now I got no legs at all You cant put a race on a cannonball Oh rum rye for a little lie Whack for a diddle to me ooh rum rye Oh rum rye for a little lie Whack for a diddle to me ooh rum rye Oh rum rye for a little lie Whack for a diddle to me ooh rum rye Oh rum rye for a little lie Whack for a diddle to me ooh rum rye
rye, rum, diddle, whack, leg