The Last Murenger

We don’t get marauders around here anymore
This wall’s as useless as the ditch we had before
It’s just peasant families who want to relocate
He don’t even bother to lock the gate anymore

He used to like the work
He gets free room and board
But it’s taken it’s toll
And he hates the lord

He’s not stealing, he’s not skimming
Just some wealth distribution, alms giving
This landlord has taken enough already
And he can account for every last penny

And all the yeomen and burgheresses
Can kisse thyne olde breech
To him they all just like
The relics of the saints on the street

Leave the gates wide open
Tear down these walls
Let this counting house stand
For centuries more

He’s gonna let out all the crooks from the Westgate cells
Throw open the Eastgate, let them run riot through Baneswell
This town needs to grow into a city that can breathe
He’s taking down this wall piece by piece

He just wants open borders
And freedom of movement
No more taxing poor people
And getting called a quaint
These people have courage
And this system stinks
It’s down to the last murenger
He’s gonna let them all in

Let this counting house stand
For centuries more
Let there be music and laughter
An ever open door
And even if the music is forced to stop one day
This house will still keep a welcome for good company and ale