1882

Good morning, young master, it's 1882
And 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
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
Your mother is calling, she wants you by the bed
So get ready, young master
Well, go shake your sleepy head

Darling son, I am dying and I leave it to you
As I'm leaving, tell me what did I do?
I'm dying, tell me what did I do?
Well, boy steals the bread
Now that's enough, heads for the door
Man sees you coming, said
Boy, you won't be running no more

Boy gets arrested and the case it gets tested that day
Judge finds him guilty and the jailer takes him away
Yeah, whoa
Good morning, young master, it's twenty-five to nine
They'll be coming to get you, well, in twenty minutes time

You'll be drawn, you'll be quartered
You'll be hung like a ham
But I warn you, get ready, young man
Said the boy: I am dying and I leave it to you
As I'm leaving, tell me what did I do?
As I'm dying, tell me what did I do?