when princes meet
paxton, tom
the poor little men must tremble
while great armies assemble
their armour shines to shame the sun
they move like gods they do resemble
all bow their necks to iron feet
the poor little men must build them
they throw up the turrets
where the great lords will them
they dig the dungeons from the earth
wives and children fill them
all those below cast down their eyes
for he grants us leave to serve him
and grant that we may deserve him
the cattle and men to be lost
'tis no small thing to serve a king
the poor little men must fight them
they hold out their necks
for great lord's swords to bite them
the sons of lords cleave through their ranks
in the hopes some warrior king might knight them
it's what the poor little men are for
hide your cattle in the woods
the lord is looking your way
hide your women and your goods
they're coming around to make you pay
for he grants us leave to serve him
and grant that we may deserve him
the cattle and men to be lost
'tis no small thing to serve a king
the poor little men must fight them
they hold out their necks
for great lord's swords to bite them
the sons of the lords cleave through their ranks
in the hopes some warrior king might knight them
it's what the poor little men are for
it's what the poor little men are for