Traditional Irish Folk
My Son John/After the Battle of Aughrim
My son John was tall and slim
And he had a leg for every limb
But now he's got no legs at all
For he run a race with a cannon ball

With me roo dun da, fadda riddle da
Whack fo' the riddle wi' me roo dun da

Well were ya deaf or were ya blind
When ya left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it sailin' on the sea
Wore your two fine legs right down to your knee?

With yer roo dun da, fadda riddle da
Whack fo' the riddle wi' me roo dun da

I was not deaf and 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

With me roo dun da, fadda riddle da
Whack fo' the riddle wi' me roo dun da

I was tall and I was slim
And I'd a leg for ev'ry limb
But now I got no legs at all
They were both shot away by a cannon ball
With me roo dun da, fadda riddle da
Whack fo' the riddle wi' me roo dun da

Now I've got no legs at all
They were both shot away by a cannon ball

With me roo dun da, fadda riddle da
Whack fo' the riddle wi' me roo dun da
With me roo dun da, fadda riddle da
Whack fo' the riddle wi' me roo dun da
With me roo dun da, fadda riddle da
Whack fo' the riddle wi' me roo dun da
With me roo dun da, fadda riddle da
Whack fo' the riddle wi' me roo dun da