1882

Good morning, young master, it's 1882
your mother is hungry, what will you do?
there is bread in the kitchen of the big house upstairs
but I warn you, don't take it from them

your mother is calling, she wants you by the bed
so get up, young master, shake your sleepy head
"darling son, I am dying, and I leave it to you
I'm leaving, tell me, what did I do?"

you'll be tarred, you'll be feathered, you'll be hung like a ham
and I warn you, don't do it, young man

i own a sheepfarm.
i own a sheepfarm.

i'm dying, tell me, what did I do?