Muckle John (G. Ford / trad.)

the king said 'my court is in a disarray -
bring me my fool to give me cheer today'
john came in, he said, 'take my wife..'
the king said, 'not, i think i'll take your life'

poor old muckle john
now his song and dance is done
the king said 'i don't much appreciate, son,
the funny little head of muckle john.

you know i'd forgive a natural fool
but an artificial one as you
i will not pardon, so i think instead
tomorrow morning i'll have your head'

poor old muckle john
now his song and dance is done
the king said 'i don't much appreciate, son,
the funny little head of muckle john.'

down to his chambers john was led
bars for his windows, stone floor for bed
he was jealous, john reasoned a bit much, i think
forget the last meal, john needs a drink

poor old muckle john
now his song and dance is done
the king said 'i don't much appreciate, son,
the funny little head of muckle john.'

up to the chopping block john went
he said 'all in all, i'd rather be in kent.'
with one blow his fool's cap did ring
the king said, 'now there's a truly funny thing..'

poor old muckle john
now his song and dance is done
the king said 'i don't much appreciate, son,
the funny little head of muckle john.'