John Francis Flynn – My Son Tim

John Francis Flynn – My Son Tim Lyrics

Artist: John Francis Flynn
Song: My Son Tim

O my son Tim was a bosun’s mate
He could whistle but he never ran a rate
When the thoughts of his mother came into his head
You couldn’t understand one word he said, —

With your too-ri-ra, whack fol-the-da
Whack fol-the-doodle, fol-the-di-do
Now then up comes Ted without any legs
And in their stead he has two wooden pegs

Or was it the walking on the sea
Wore your two fine legs from the knees away?”
With your too-ri-ra, whack fol-the-da
Whack fol-the-doodle, fol-the-di-do

“O then were you drunk or were you blind
That you left your two fine legs behind?
An’, o, Mahone, you were a silly youth
That you didn’t run away from the Frenchman’s shoot.”

With your too-ri-ra, whack fol-the-da
Whack fol-the-doodle, fol-the-di-do
I was not drunk or neither blind
When I left my two fine pins behind

When up came a bloody great cannon-ball
Shot away me sea-boots, oilskins and all.”
With your too-ri-ra, whack fol-the-da
Whack fol-the-doodle, fol-the-di-do

Oh, Tim, me boy, his mother cried
Them two fine legs were your mommy’s pride
Them stumps up a tree wouldn’t do at all
Get right, run away from the big cannonball

With your too-ri-ra, whack fol-the-da
Whack fol-the-doodle, fol-the-di-do
And now I’ll cross the raging main
To the King of France and the Queen of Spain

And I’ll make them rue the time
That they shot away the legs of a child of mine.”
With your too-ri-ra, whack fol-the-da
Whack fol-the-doodle, fol-the-di-do

With your too-ri-ra, whack fol-the-da
Whack fol-the-doodle, fol-the-di-do
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Release Year: 2021