The serf

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