Serfie, serfie till the terfie
Monk gets beef and gets real girthy
Serfie, serfie pay your tax
So monk can stay inside and 'lax

Serfie toils in the fields.
Monk is given half his yields.
His baron takes all of the rest.
"B-but I worked so hard and tried my best!"
He goes home to his haggard wife,
every day regrets his life.
The plague comes through and his family all die,
He still goes out the next day to harvest the rye.
He works all day and through the night,
but he still succumbs to the blight.
He lays there dying, pale and scabby,
While monk is safe inside the abbey.