Текст песни Green Crow - Мой сын Джон

Music: folk
Lyrics: Sergey Kuzmin, Oleg Ivanov (author's interpretation of My Son John song)
My son John was so high,
What resisted the ceiling.
But he lost his long legs
When meeting with a cannonball.
Come to the bottom of rum.
Faddl Diddley-da.
Rum pirate - like water.
Come on Hey! ho!
Faddl Diddley-da.
Rum pirate - like water.
He was not blind, he was not deaf.
A good fight was worth two.
And who now fight it?
With an empty bottle under the table.
Come to the bottom of rum.
Faddl Diddley-da.
Rum pirate - like water.
Come on Hey! ho!
Faddl Diddley-da.
Rum pirate - like water.
And where were you when in battle
My John found his destiny?
He lay there and die,
Are you resting in the tavern.
Come to the bottom of rum.
Faddl Diddley-da.
Rum pirate - like water.
Come on Hey! ho!
Faddl Diddley-da.
Rum pirate - like water.
My John, to his pain to forget,
Only two drugs will drink
All my life up to the funeral:
Amber rum and black rum.
Come to the bottom of rum.
Faddl Diddley-da.
Rum pirate - like water.
Come on Hey! ho!
Faddl Diddley-da.
Rum pirate - like water.