Oh how we used to hate the sight Of the evil rent collector coming in the night Got to tied for 40 bushels, but it don't seem right Up to the manor house to pay the Great Patroon We had taken our wilderness And turned the Earth to bounty by the rake's caress Never owning what we tilled below the crescent moon Up to the manor house to pay the Great Patroon The sheriff was about to sell the cows Or otherwise extort the rent So they met in barns and in out of the way places To scheme all night on how to get the rent What do you wear for civil war in 1844 In upstate New York? What do you wear for civil war in 1844 In upstate New York? These Indians wore Calico dresses They were belted at the waist Red flannel pantaloons or Those masks ..... looking things With fringe around the neck Horns upon their forehead Course animal hair put on for a beard At the pow-wow among the grotesque The chief wore a striped calico young lady's dress Blow on the tin dinner horn over the valley Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and rally The Feudal Land Laws should be abolished What are you waiting for? it's 1844! The worm has begun to turn I saw those Calicos scorn and spurn their accusers With threatening talk and rough, tough threatening gestures The feeling was stronger and stronger (Stronger and stronger) They tried to talk like real Indians might: "Me want cider" and the like Many a head had worn this crown of feathers I tried to be the leader of the Anti-Rent Rioters I recognized it as having belonged to a left-handed neighbor Ooh a little Indian man called Sander .... Blow the tin dinner horn over the valley Call all the formerly normal men to revolt and rally The Feudal Land Laws should be abolished What are you waiting for, it's 1844? The worm has begun to turn Three, four, five, waaah! Waaah!