THE 14TH CENTURY ANTIWAR PROTEST MARCHING SONG

Written by one of Chaucer's acquaintances, who was beheaded as he finished writing it.

 
Medieval:

The syllie warre with Philippe IV is deyde
Telle Edwardde III to feede the serfs insteyd
Releese the goblyns, the wicches, and the warlockes
And share some lande, or offe with the nobels' cockes!

Pees now! no peece of lande for the kyng!
Gyv the monks somthyng aboute which to syng!
Lat the bels in the bel tour ryng!
Pees now! no peece of lande for the kyng!

Weerewolfes, wyzardes, lat us alle unyte!
Telle the kyng of divyn ryghte what’s ryghte!
Flagellate this! You of preestlee popish birthe!
Stoppe the warre or we’ll pushe you offe the erthe!

Pees now! don’t gyv us any more crappe!
We’ll grabbe the kyng and use hym for a moppe!
Telle the knights the swerd and the warre’s a floppe!
Pees now! don’t gyv us any more *CHOPPE*
 

Modern:

The silly war with Philip IV is dead
Tell Edward III to feed the serfs instead
Release the goblins, witches, and the warlocks,
And share some land, or off with the nobles' cocks!

Peace now! no piece of land for the king!
Give the monks something about which to sing!
Let the bells in the bell tower ring!
Peace now! no piece of land for the king!

Werewolves, wizards, let us all unite!
Tell the king of divine right what's right!
Flagellate this! You of priestly popish birth!
Stop the war or we'll push you off the earth!

Peace now! don't give us any more crap!
We'll grab the king and use him for a mop!
Tell the knights the sword and the war's a flop!
Peace now! don't give us any more *CHOP*