The John Ball Society

Words by : Hael of the Broken Mask
Tune of : The John Birch Society

Oh, we're meeting out in Sherwood after Angelus tonight,
Just bring your flail and pitchfork, it's the first tree on the right.
No cost for your admission, and membership is free
The peasants are revolting, so come join the Jaquerie!

CHORUS:
We're the John Ball Society, the John Ball Society,
Fighting for the right to smite the aristocracy;
The John Ball Society, don't call us dirty reds,
We only want their womenfolk, and property, and heads!

I remember how the Count of Close enjoyed his feudal right,
A test drive in me lovin' wife upon our wedding night.
Now I'm not sure who's father to Jack, my oldest son,
Why should the Count be the only one to have that sort of fun?

We're the John Ball Society, the John Ball Society,
Fighting for the right to smite the aristocracy;
So join the John Ball Society, we're baseborn, low, and treacherous.
But some day when we're on top, then we'll just be lecherous.

Now the Duke, who's fond of venery, declares that stags be chased,
All up and down me barley fields and sets me crops to waste.
I'm really not a bloody man, his head won't have to roll,
I'll change me fields to turnpikes and charge the Duke a toll!

We're the John Ball Society, the John Ball Society,
Fighting for the right to smite the aristocracy;
The John Ball Society our status can't be worse;
You can snatch the ladies fair, and I'll just snatch their purse.

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