Folke of Hadleigh up thine ears prick

Or else with certaintie miss a trick

I rise from slumber, dead as a poste

Stirred up by Rowland Taylor's Ghoste

They called me thief, a cur, a cheat

They say I lived in Coram Street

But no robber I in stripey jersey

I fought the Law and gotte no mercie

I am remembered, they are forgot

Last name Tyler, first name Wat

I had no voice, there was no voting

The peasants really were revolting

Debt and debit, nowhere a plus

All laws for them, no law for us

But those who now say 'on yer bike!'

Have no clue what it was like

We marched for rights (they thought us barking)

Not merely for the cost of parking

I lost my head, they lost the plot

Last name Tyler, first name Wat

 In time of plague and povertie

High rents and low duplicitie

Wages were low, but not so prices

The original cost of living crisis

Whilst the elite in their unreason

Saw us protest and called it treason

If this to you sounds too familiar

'Tis time to rise from thine posterior

Be you remembered or be you forgot?

Last name Tyler, first name Wat

Now is not the time to bende

With easy words, not to offende

Now is the time to go beserk

Like Peter Finch's film 'Network'

'I'm mad as hell!" he did exhort

And so was I, as last resort.

So write a letter, plant a tree

If that is what makes thee happie

But remember and forget me not

Last name Tyler, first name Wat

Wat Tyler

Formerly of Coram Street,

Hadleigh

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