EVERY MAN

(Kipper Family)



Our master of old

Have now passed away.

At peace and at rest,

We may all see him lay.

We've one consolation

Now we are unmastered.

Until his last breath,

He was a real bastard.



Every man had a good word for he,

But will not repeat it in company.



His life it was long,

Which made ours seem longer.

When we feed him hemlock,

That just made him stronger.

When we cut off his beard,

And set fire to his stubble,

He untied out cottages,

And reduced them to rubble.



He was fond of animals,

Especially of horses.

So we pulled the plow

While he went to race courses.

He also loved children

And tried without cease,

By night and by day,

To make their numbers increase.



On his common land,

We had grazing rights.

But you don't get fat

Eating grass every night.

He gave us each year

A long holiday.

That came in the winter

Without any pay.



Now he is gone,

His life is complete.

We will place a large stone

At his head and his feet.

These stones are all prepared.

Indeed, truth to tell,

That was them for falling on him

That sent him to hell.



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