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 Mystic Muttering

Mystic Muttering

I am a folksinger and songwriter with a passion for radical activism, geekery, and magick.

Piers Ploughman

In 1381, the English peasants rose against King Richard II, demanding an end to the poll tax, punishment of abusive nobles, abolition of serfdom, and some called for the end of the entire feudal system. They were brutally crushed, their leaders gruesomely executed, but their spirit never died. I wrote this ballad to the tune of the sea shanty “My Son John,” and it’s my hope that people pick it up to sing at protests, direct actions, and such. REMEMBER- the reactionaries of the world do NOT have a monopoly on tradition; modern radicals can find inspiration in any era. We forget our long-dead comrades at our peril. If you want to help the channel grow, please like and subscribe! If you want to help extra, you can find the merch I mentioned here: https://www.teepublic.com/user/mysticmuttering And my Patreon is Patreon.com/mysticmuttering Lyrics: Piers the Ploughman journeyed far He’s left the fields and gone to war The smith has taken his plowshare To forge a shield boss and a spear Sing a way down to London town hey for the rebels and a hey derry down There was a time when we were free But the nobles think we’re property They send the dogs of their cruel tax Who grope our girls and break our backs Sing a way down to London town hey for the rebels and a hey derry down We put the taxmen all to flight We sent out horsemen through the night If you would be free, for once and all, Rise up and heed Wat Tyler’s call! Sing a way down to London town hey for the rebels and a hey derry down Our numbers swelled, we broke the Gaols The nobles raged to no avail And ev’ry corner of the land It echoed with our loud demand Sing a way down to London town hey for the rebels and a hey derry down Mass was led by good John Ball, A preacher loved by rebels all “When Adam delved and Eve span Who was then the gentleman” Sing a way down to London town hey for the rebels and a hey derry down With bold Jack Straw and Ploughman Piers We entered London with no fears The King hid in his tower strong While the streets did ring with blood and song Sing a way down to London town hey for the rebels and a hey derry down The King in terror did agree All former serfs would now be free But at Smithfield, we were betrayed They laid Wat Tyler in his grave Sing a way down to London town hey for the rebels and a hey derry down Ye peasants all, ye rebels bold Heed well the story I have told You have all the power that you need To rid yourself of a tyrant’s greed Sing a way down to London town hey for the rebels and a hey derry down