Pumped Up Kicks ( Medieval Style with Female Vocals Original by Cornelius Link)

Lyrics: Robert hath a swift hand He doth gaze upon the fyrd, and he maketh a plan He hath a jaunty cap, perched upon his head, he is a longbowman He did find an old bow of yew And a quiver of arrows in his fathers chest, wherefore I cannot say But he cometh for thee, yea he cometh for thee All ye bullyrooks with your buskin boots Best ye go, best ye go Outrun my bow All ye bullyrooks with your buskin boots Best ye go, best ye go, faster than mine arrow Father worketh all day And he cometh home late, yea he cometh home late Mayhaps he bringeth me a gift For stew is in the pot though it doth taste of grit I have waited ere long Now mine eye is quick and mine arm is strong I reason with my crooked cap And say Thou art an artless, greasy tallowcatch. Yea All ye bullyrooks with your buskin boots Best ye go, best ye go Outrun my bow All ye bullyrooks with your buskin boots Best ye go, best ye go, faster than mine arrow