Flesh and Bone
Lyrics
Who is this upstart and usurper?
His ambitions must not be allowed to go further
He thinks he can just come strolling in
And steal the glory we’ve worked hard to win
He’s not one of us
He doesn’t belong
His face does’t fit
His name is wrong
Like a climbing sprout
Or a devious scout
He means to flout
We’ll make him pout
We’ll carve his snout
We’ll kick him out
We’ll put paid
To this foolish lout
Let him protest
Let him shout
We’ve got the right
We’ve got the clout
We know what
We’re talking about
We must stand firm
Without fear or doubt
We’ll ring his neck
We’ll pluck his down
We’ll rip his head
From his false crown
We’ll hack his flesh
We’ll grind his bone
Then bury his memory
Under rock and stone
His wind has blown
His bird has flown
We are the masters
Of flesh and bone
We are true heirs
To the Butchers’ throne
We are the masters
Of flesh and bone
(Gary Miller)
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Helen Temperley's first illustration from the project 'The Butcher Baronet'.
Notes
This song was commissioned and specially-written for the upcoming project 'The Butcher Baronet', in collaboration with Lone Pine Pictures, about the 17th Century Durham City historical figure John Duck.
Other songs and tunes from this project include : -
'Golden Journey: Through Air / Over Water / To Earth / On Fire'
