Paul Pennyfeather: Oppressed Peasant

Mud and filth that's my life
Rats and leeches and soil and strife
Haven't had a bath in a year
Standing in dung up to my ears

There's not one tooth in my head
By 25 I'll be dead
Of the plague bubonic
Cos there's no antibiotics

I'm a disgruntled tenant
An oppressed peasant
Eating rats ain't so pleasant
When the lord of the manor's dining on pheasant

I live in a dirty hovel
Digging potatoes without a shovel
Cos it hasn't yet been invented
And the pox hasn't been prevented

Wrapped in filthy rags
Surrounded by toothless hags
Carrying burlap sacks
On my hunched back

I'm outrageous and contagious and full of warts
I'm syphilitic and paralytic with disease of all sorts

So pass that tankard of mead
I'm gonna get out of my head
Drink and swear and have a good time
Cos tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1399
1399!

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• renaissance
• fair
• medieval
• times
• middle
• ages