Two pence would be the death of me,
should ever such a sum be due!
Damn this blasted poverty!
If only they would let us be...
but peacetime ne'er begins anew.
Two pence will be the death of me.
To Hell with all nobility!
Grace won't see its subjects through.
Damn this blasted poverty.
Greed is rampant, running free,
it's crushed and gored the poor men through.
Two pence will be the death of me,
of child, of wife, of family,
unloved, alone, known by but few...
Damn this blasted poverty!
Neither life nor death, though cheap, is free.
We'll sell the flames that are their due.
Damn this blasted poverty!
Two pence will be the death of we!













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