Old Johnny Buckle - Shirley Collins

Now Old Johnny Buckle went a’riding one day

His horse got broke and his cart run away

If Old Johnny Buckle hadn’t come to a stop

He’d have fell from the bottom of the hill to the top

Old Mrs. Buckle went a’fishing one day

She caught her left leg in the clay

The toads and frogs all wobbled about

She ran to get a shovel to dig herself out

Old Johnny Buckle went to Doctor Hook

And he jotted it down in his black book

Says 'Mr.

Buckle you must begin

To rub your wife’s left leg with gin'

Now Old Johnny Buckle thought it a great sin

To rub his wife’s left leg with gin

He poured the gin down his old groggle

And rubbed his wife’s left leg with the bottle

God made man, man made money

God made the bees and the bees made honey

God made Satan and Satan made sin

Along comes Satan and took Johnny in

I do believe

I do believe

Old Johnny Buckle was a gay old Buckle

And Old Mrs. Buckle too