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|  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 donąt much appreciate, son, the funny little head of muckle john.' up to the chopping block john went he said 'all in all, iąd 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.' back to Lyrics menu |
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