Lesley Duncan - The Serf
| Előadó: | Lesley Duncan |
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| Album: | Keressük! |
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Lesley Duncan |
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Lesley Duncan |
| Kiadó: | Keressük! |
| Stílus: | Folk, Folk rock |
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I am the humble servant
Of a rich and noble lord
I daily clean his great hall out
And see his wine is stored
He trusts my with the pantry key
The cooks to me must come
For every side of venison
And every cup of rum
And over on his manor
My family work his land
All we are and all we have
Are given by his hand
And if I'm feeling weary
Well it's more than I dare show
He surely owns my body
And like as not my soul
I light my masters bedroom fire
And clean his robes of state
Amuse upon the things I heard
Down at the village gate
They say we'll all be free men
With a piece of land for all
And when the war is over soon
Tax on corn will fall
And over on the manor
We can work a piece of soil
Buy the freedom from my lord
Earned with honest toil
Well I bet my children's children
Have a better life to come
They'll never know just what it's like
To be owned by anyone
And over on his manor
We can work a piece of soil
Buy back freedom from my lord
Earned with honest toil
Well I bet my children's children
Have a better life to come
They'll never know just what it's like
To be owned by anyone
Of a rich and noble lord
I daily clean his great hall out
And see his wine is stored
He trusts my with the pantry key
The cooks to me must come
For every side of venison
And every cup of rum
And over on his manor
My family work his land
All we are and all we have
Are given by his hand
And if I'm feeling weary
Well it's more than I dare show
He surely owns my body
And like as not my soul
I light my masters bedroom fire
And clean his robes of state
Amuse upon the things I heard
Down at the village gate
They say we'll all be free men
With a piece of land for all
And when the war is over soon
Tax on corn will fall
And over on the manor
We can work a piece of soil
Buy the freedom from my lord
Earned with honest toil
Well I bet my children's children
Have a better life to come
They'll never know just what it's like
To be owned by anyone
And over on his manor
We can work a piece of soil
Buy back freedom from my lord
Earned with honest toil
Well I bet my children's children
Have a better life to come
They'll never know just what it's like
To be owned by anyone
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