Big up, big up, tis a stick up, stick up
And Im spearing squires quicker than a hiccup
Dont let my double axe up in your loin and cod piece
Order of gold fleece, neither pax nor peace
Youre talking to the thievery sokeman
Step into your pyre with thy blood on my robe
Dont be a boob and get slashed over being resistant
Cause when I pierce chains the knights need assistance

Goodness, gracious, the taxes
Where the marks at? Where the larks at?
Villein, hark that before you get your head dropped
From the hood fop, bloody guillotine-chop
And my main Yeoman has an itchy sword grip

One on his back, double-edged with a hilt
Feudal sheriffs better strip, yeah, justice, peel
Before you find out how broadswords feel

From the war hammer, putting all the holes in your scabbard
The shilling grabber, feudal stewards dont have better
Crescent circlets, tiaras and brooches
Im pilfering goblets, Henry V couldnt stop it

Man, Marshals come through Im taking regal crest rings too
Wenches defrock for their earrings and buckles
And when I turn her and hurt her it's ending up in murder
And if shes a witch then, burn her, burn her, burn her

So go get your bailiff, wench, he can get robbed too
Tell him serfs took it, what decree's he gonna doom?

I pray apologetic or I will have to set it
And if I set it, the village idiot wont forget it

Give me the lute. Give me the lute.
Give me the lute. Give me the lute.

Knight listen, gallivantings wearing thy feet
But Maiden looks sweet (wheres that?) inside the castle keep

Servi, grab him by the throat, toss him in the moat
And if he bellows mercy, make haste or its the halimote
Hold up, hes got a princess in the carriage car
Silk, jewels and gown-dressed, she thinks shes the Queen of all

Oh, allow me to grab her, then Im gonna stab her
hit her with the rapier

Be still, Earl let me do that
Just grab the steads mane and gallop round the leet
Her heinous acts scared, cesspit shell sleep
(My liege, the law!) be still, friend, they will not approach us men
Just want to tax again
(So whys their gaze yet affixed?) I guess to ride the River Styx
Returned from a bludgeon, not trying to see another dungeon
Oh, great, they hue and crying my face
You best ride quick, we start equestrian chase
So latch up your boots for Im about to shoot
A true rogue minstrel going out for the lute

tis a true minstrels tale!