Prompt / 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]
Tags
folk, Rowdy pub-room Irish folk stomp, bodhrán 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 harmonies, chorus explodes into a chant the whole crowd can roar. Occasional breakdown to just drum and voice before the band slams back in., irish folk
Duration
3:03
Instrumental
No
Created
1/10/2026