Rend All Asunder (Remastered)

[Intro] [Spoken] "The Ballad of the Ill-Favored Morrow, being a True Account of One Master Ferry Durst, Gentleman-Minstrel, and his Exceeding Wrathful Disposition upon a Tuesday" [Verse 1] [Sung] ’Tis but one of those weary suns, When the heavy eye-lid loathes the light, The cider’s sour, the kitchen runs With rats and bile and wretched spite. I know not why my humors flare, Or why my spirit seeks a fray, But by the Saints, I’d pull the hair From any knave who looks my way! [Verse 2] If thou shouldst speak or touch my hand, Thy life is forfeit, signed and bound, ’Twere better thou shouldst flee this land Than walk upon my cursed ground. For rumors fly like carrion crows, "He saith, she saith"—idle breath! Cease thy wagging tongue, or blows Shall leave thy lip a purpling death. [Chorus] O, stay thy tongue, thou prattling knave, Lest thy fair face be marred and torn; I walk an inch from out the grave, And rue the day that I was born! [Verse 3] I feel a great and iron weight, Like wagons pulled by team and chain, The first who dares to voice a complaint Shall wear a scarlet, bloody stain. Ay, truly, I am frenzied now, A maniac in doublet dressed, If thou art proud, then take a bow, And be the first to meet the test. [Verse 4] I bear a saw of jagged teeth, (A woodsman’s tool of iron cold), To strip the skin from all beneath The ruff and lace of young or old. And if this day persists in gloom, I’ll find a beam or heavy glass, To shatter in this wretched room, Or break the jaw of any ass! [The Bridge] Give me a thing to rend in twain! Give me a thing to break in two! If I cannot find peace for pain, I’ll break the face of such as you!