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Confusion to our enemies! Lord Barnard gets what's coming on the gallows at Bucklesfordbury.

Down among the caddis and the reeds
Float great renaissance ladies wrapped in satin winding sheets
And their rumour spreads like ripples through the weed

Lapis eyes the water gently bathes
Great artists come to paint them the estate has agents paid
To keep the fishes and the waterfowl at bay
And by'r Lady who's to blame

Now who will fetch the water from the well
Who will bind our broken ankles tell her children's tales
And take the cattle to the slaughterhouse to sell

Whose hand will sketch the lily and the rose
Who will pay the old retainers and the tradesmen all they're owed
And spread alms among the villagers below
Where everybody loved her so
It fell upon a holy day a crowd was coming in
For the murder of his lady wife to see Lord Barnard swing
Some were dressed in velvet pressed and some wore black and scarlet
Some had come as he kicked and spun
To celebrate and fete our Lords departure

The sun came down to see the sportsmen play
The nimble man to hang him the parish priest to pray
And the stable lad to lead the nag away

Who will climb the Oak tree by and by
To swing him high above the hayfields in an arc against the sky
And let ballads songs and snatches testify
That everybody's satisfied

But who will drive the gypsies from the door?
Who will rape the farmers daughter now set hounds about the poor
And kill fair ladies and their lovers by the score?

Who will sew the linen for his shroud?
And give comfort to his kinsmen when they grieving gather round
For we'll miss his steady hand upon the plough
So everybody tells us now

Down among the caddis and the reeds
Float great renaissance ladies wrapped in satin winding sheets
And their rumour spreads like ripples through the weed

But time will pass the water taking hold
What once was fresh and beautiful will blacken and corrode

Chords:
Itro./Verse A F#m E
Chorus A D A E A D E A
Instr. A G# F#m E