My son John was tall and slim
And he had a leg for every limb
Now he`s got no legs at all
They`re both shot away with a cannonball

Well were you [bad word] or were you blind
To leave your two fine legs behind
Or was it from walking upon the sea
That took your legs from the ground to the knee

I wasn`t [bad word] and I wasn`t blind
To leave my two fine legs behind
Was a cannonball on the fifth of May
Took my two fine legs away

And all the foreign wars I`ll now denounce
`Twixt this king of England or that king of France
I`d rather my legs as they used to be
Than the king of Spain and his whole navy

For I was tall and I was slim
And I had a leg for every limb
Now I`ve got no legs at all
You can`t win a race with a cannonball

For I was tall and I was slim
And I had a leg for every limb
Now I`ve got no legs at all
You can`t win a race with a cannonball