Lyrics 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

And 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

But hear then brave Wat Tyler
And the preacher
Mad John Ball
Oh, 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

So, 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

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