The Serf

[Verse 1]
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 me with the pantry key, the cooks to me must come
For every side of venison, and every cup of rum

[Chorus 1]
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
Oh, oh, oh...

[Verse 2]
I light my master's bedroom fire and clean his robes of spate
Amuse upon thе things I heard down at the village gatе
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 fail

[Chorus 2]
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
Oh, oh, oh...

[Outro]
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
Oh, oh, oh...