Wat Tyler - Sivert Høyem

You may have seen Wat Tyler

When they threw him down below

And the peasant men, all twenty thousand of them

Were undone then in one blow

And you may have seen them holler

And you may have seen them run

On that fateful day, as the old books say

That the good and the mighty won

Up rode young King Richard

With a look so sly and cold

-God is mustering his clouds on our behalf

To strike at your children yet unborn

And you will remain in bondage

Even harsher than before

You wretches of men throughout the land

Who will seek equality with your lords

Hear then brave Wat Tyler

And the preacher mad John Ball

-It is from our labour

That they have the wherewithal

To support their pomp and splendor

While we get nothing from them at all

But our meal of rye and water

And the refuse of the straw

If someone tries to tame you

And to make of you their slave

And if you have no means to get the better of them

Then at least try to misbehave

(Chrous)

And you may have seen them holler

And you may have seen them run

On that fateful day, as the old books say

That the good and the mighty won

And you may have seen them holler

And you may have seen them run

On that fateful day, as the old books say

That the good and the mighty won