Come ye fellas To the court to hear The judgement of the man From the mad outer world He shall be our tithes To our mighty gods See his powers By which he speaketh A misfiring language Too fast to grab a sound Today we shall avenge The blood of the "boy on a swing" Hey no my people Days tne village master Worn in clothes thread bare With a book of jargon in his armpit This man you took I'm sure he meant no harm I hope my lordship You suffer him time To speak his inside A thorough clean breast And hear my lordship The wisdom of his purpose Because thou and my son Had travelled wide And learnt the art Of their madness I grant thy wish To hear him speak I come to thy lands Oh apes obey me For slaves in my farm I thus will pay with a mirror And a bag of tobacco Said the whiteman and he grinned You see white man said the headmaster Not I alone understands The misfiring of your words For the Prince doth know How madly thou has spoken Therefore, prepare for death Seize him guards said the Prince You see my lovely whiteman I have heard you speak And I'm glad in my inside To show you the pleasure Of being the apes you say You know whiteman it's good you came Our gods shall be happy To have a fresh taste Of the blood of a white The guards dragged him away And beheaded him to their gods