@migu music@

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