Waltham Blacks


His face is blacked & his hands are gloved
For he's riding with king John
Where there's many a deer by the Bishop loved
But there's many a poor man wronged
O there's many a poor man wronged.

So the Widow's pew we'll overturn
And Blakely the bill will pay;
The Ranger's Wife her reward return,
To the lily-white hand she'll repay
To the lily-white hand she'll repay.


Now all come down to the Waltham Chase
For a toast to King George's good health,
We are loyal to Him and it's no disgrace
To disclose the greed of wealth
To disclose the greed of wealth.

Three hundred stood and heard the claim,
Three hundred to king John's score,
But all agreed by the taking of his aim
King John's was the fairer law
King John's was the fairest law.


Now he is gone with his Hunters fine
And nine fat deer from the kill
He'll not return for the Shadow's sign
Has fallen on Hangman's Hill
Has fallen on Hangman's Hill.

And it's seven men at Tyburn swing,
But one for the murder of a man;
For every deer on the common land
And every chance to the poor man's hand
Is death by the Black Act law
Is death by the Black Act law.


© Ivor & Kevan Bundell 2006