Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He came with a grin and a ring on his hand
Said
“Leave me your keys
I’ll be guarding your land”
Signed with a flourish
Drank up your stout
Woke up to fences and a locked-up town
[Verse 2]
He weighs out your wages on rusted scales
Keeps the gold in his coat
Gives you sawdust and tales
Says
“We’re all in this boat
” as he carves his own oar
And you’re left in the bilge
Bailing hope off the floor
[Chorus]
Hey
Hey
Keep your eyes on his hand
Watch the cup
Watch the coin
Watch the promises grand
Hey
Hey
Don’t you bow
Don’t you bend
Every tyrant meets a wall where the people stand
(Oh, we remember)
Every tyrant meets a wall where the people stand
[Verse 3]
He fattens his friends at a long carved table
Says grace for the feast
Calls it “keeping you stable”
But the stew’s getting thin where the queue meets the door
While he licks clean the bones
Calls it “helping the poor”
[Bridge]
[stamped feet
Clapped hands
Bodhrán alone]
Name him a shepherd
He’ll shear you bare
Name him your father
He’ll sell your heir
Name him a hero
He’ll build his throne
On your silence
Your sweat
And your broken bones
[crowd shout] Not ours
[crowd shout] Not now
[Chorus]
Style
folkrowdy pub-room irish folk stompbodhrán driving a fierce 6/8 groove under bright fiddle and piercing whistle lines; female vocals up front with call-and-response gang shouts on the chorus. verses stay nimble and witty with close-knit backing harmonieschorus explodes into a chant the whole crowd can roar. occasional breakdown to just drum and voice before the band slams back in.irish folk
Prompt
Irish folk stomp anthem, female lead. Bodhrán-heavy, fiddles, whistle. Story-song warning of tyrants and abuse of power, sharp wit, fierce rhythm, crowd chant chorus.
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthGeneratedJan 10, 2026
ModelAria v5
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