Come ye fellas
To the court to hear
The judgement of the man
From the mad outer world
He shall be our tithes
To our mighty gods


See his powers
By which he speaketh
A misfiring language
Too fast to grab a sound
Today we shall avenge
The blood of the "boy on a swing"

Hey no my people
Days tne village master
Worn in clothes thread bare
With a book of jargon in his armpit
This man you took
I'm sure he meant no harm

I hope my lordship
You suffer him time
To speak his inside
A thorough clean breast
And hear my lordship
The...