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Oh how we used to hate the sight |
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Of the evil rent collector coming in the night |
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Got to tied for 40 bushels, but it don't seem right |
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Up to the manor house to pay the great |
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PatroonWe had taken our wilderness |
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And turned the |
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Earth to bounty by the rake's caress |
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Never owning what we tilled below the crescent moon |
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Up to the manor house to pay the |
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Great Patroon |
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The sheriff was about to sell the cows |
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Or otherwise extort the rent |
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So they met in barns and in out of the way places |
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To scheme all night on how to get the rent |
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What do you wear for civil war in 1844 |
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In upstate |
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New York?What do you wear for civil war in 1844 |
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In upstate |
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New York?These |
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Indians wore |
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Calico dresses |
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They were belted at the waist |
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Red flannel pantaloons or |
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Those masks ..... looking things |
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With fringe around the neck |
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Horns upon their forehead |
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Course animal hair put on for a beard |
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At the pow-wow among the grotesque |
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The chief wore a striped calico young lady's dress |
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Blow on the tin dinner horn over the valley |
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Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and rally |
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The Feudal |
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Land Laws should be abolished |
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What are you waiting for? it's 1844! |
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The worm has begun to turn |
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I saw those |
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Calicos scorn and spurn their accusers |
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With threatening talk and rough, tough threatening gestures |
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The feeling was stronger and stronger(Stronger and stronger) |
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They tried to talk like real |
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Indians might:"Me want cider" and the like |
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Many a head had worn this crown of feathers |
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I tried to be the leader of the |
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Anti-Rent |
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RiotersI recognized it as having belonged to a left-handed neighbor |
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Ooh a little |
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Indian man called |
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Sander .... |
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Blow the tin dinner horn over the valley |
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Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and rally |
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The Feudal |
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Land Laws should be abolished |
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What are you waiting for, it's 1844? |
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The worm has begun to turn |
