1882 - Paul McCartney, Wings

Good morning, young master

It’s 1882

Your mother is hungry

What will you do?

There is bread in the kitchen

Of the big house upstairs

But I warn you, don’t take it

From them

You’ll be tarred, you’ll be feathered

You’ll be hung like a hammer

And I warn you, don’t do it

Young man

Your mother is calling

She wants you by the bed

So get ready, young master

Go shake your sleepy head

Darling son, «I am dying

And I leave it to you

As I’m leaving

Tell me, what did I do?

I am dying

Tell me, what did I do?»

Boys steals the bread, now

Packs it up and heads for the door

Man sees him coming

Says «boy you won’t be running no more»

Boy gets arrested

And the case is tested that day

Judge finds him guilty

And the jailer takes him away

Good morning, young master

It’s 25 to 9

They’ll be coming, to get you

In 20 minutes time

You’ll be drawn, you’ll be quartered

You’ll be hung like hammer

And I warn you, get ready

Young man, yeah

Say the boy, «I am dying

And I leave it to you

As I’m leaving

Tell me, what did I do?

As I’m dying

Tell me, what did I do?»