Mutineers

Eighteen years with crick in ’er back
Woe ho ho and a wineskin o’ pain
Drink nor the devil will cut no one slack
Woe ho ho and a wineskin o’ pain

Wait we for Monday to make ’er spine straight?
Honor we the Lord’s Day yet kowtow to hate?
List’ning to Pharisees can drive ye insane
Woe ho ho and a lifetime o’ pain

Eyes wide ope’ without seeing a thing
Woe ho ho and a lifetime o’ pain
’Twasn’t no sin this suff’ring did bring
Woe ho ho and a lifetime o’ pain

Wait ’til tomorrow to give this man sight?
Slice off my nose my own face to spite?
No, I am sorry—we shall not refrain
Drink we no more from yr. flagon o’ pain

Unleash yr. ox and lead him away
Fodder yr. ass and heed what he bray
Do what is right and break free this day
No, no mo’ woe—make an end to the pain