Thee Underclass

It was thee 18th century, and I was just a mere vagabondus.
I couldn't hold down a job, I think one week was my longest!

With a peaky blinders cap and my waistcoat on tight,
I would wander thee streets at night, drunk, and get into fights.

It was thee old days of Landan, full of buskers and harlots.
Staggering past thee beggers, on thee way to thee market.

I met a Dorris called Charlotte, going past on her horse and cart,
She offered me a lift and asked where I'd like to depart?!

She was talking all jargon about nobility, wealth, and power,
Talkin' all aristocratic and offering me work for a few hours.

She wanted me to do cleans, and some garden work for her folks.
Telling me how well off they were, while I'm sittin' 'ere broke!

I thought it was jokes, but I took her up on her offer.
I could tell she liked a badboy that looks for some bova.

I arrived at an old Tudor house that used to be thee post office,
Her parents sat there smug, treating me like some novice.

They recognised I was a bit of a crim and called me a lovable rogue,
Acting like I was being taken under their wing, without letting me know...

They wanted to find a nice suiter with boyish good looks,
To give them a grandchild out of thee nooks and thee crooks.

Me and Charlotte would attend their quarters,
While they were out, I was on their bed with their daughter.

While they were out at thee theatre, I was doing thee deed,
On their king-size bed and implanting my seed.

A few months went on , and I could see through all their crap,
From their ass kissin' and power trippin', I wouldn't have any of that!

I was feelin' their maid. She looked like a Romanian slave,
In a sexy tight corset, I could watch her for days!

She wore blood red lipstick and had bright emerald eyes,
She smiled when she passed and said my minces were as blue as thee skies.

Charlotte fell pregnant, and I obviously did the job.
Then her parents shun me out, like I was some kind of yob.

They were to try and get their claws in and claim my offspring.
But I wasn't going out like that, as if it would be costing!

We all tried to act civil, over some tea and biscuits.
Then thee Romanian maid walked in like a submissive misfit.

Charlotte's mother talked to thee maid as though she was a mug.
Discusted I strutted out of thee room, as though I was a thug.

I told Charlotte and her parents that I needed thee bog.
But I gripped thee maid around thee corner, and I gave her a snog!

Passion ignited, our tongues wrestled, and I liked it!
Her crimson red lippy was all over my boat, so I wiped it.

She gave me a cheeky smile as I pinched her chin lightly.
And I gave her a little wink, like something was in my eye slightly.

Her name was Francesca, with thick curly hair.
She would slave for these people from early, I thought it just wasn't fair.

One day in her quarters, she showed me thee scars and marks on her back,
From Charlotte's vile mother, whippin' her into track.

I didn't like what I was seeing, not even one bit,
So one day, I broke into their house, not giving a sh*t!

I'd picked thee lock from their front door and headed upstairs,
They had taken a trip up north, and I knew that no one was there.

I urinated in their vase and stole some of their gold,
Before going out to feed thee homeless, like Robin Hood being bold.