The Angry man steps out before the Tall bamboo
with jet black code he bore, and held the loaded sun
standing all before he spake with noded drum
And no one spayed his name or threw it in the slewe
for they all knew his frame supported what was true
The fogg before all iye's blow on in clement- tyne
When hounded souls arise and drink The Lying Rag like wine
with jet black code he bore, and held the loaded sun
standing all before he spake with noded drum
And no one spayed his name or threw it in the slewe
for they all knew his frame supported what was true
The fogg before all iye's blow on in clement- tyne
When hounded souls arise and drink The Lying Rag like wine
