Stephin Merritt - The Song of the Humble Serf lyrics

Oh The humble serf ling zhe Whose lord sent him away Was starving, so he lay His mouth open, all day Beneath a mulberry tree Just In case a berry fell For how long, who can tell He was not looking well And The tree had crummy aim The man in purple came And asked ling zhe his name And gave him grog and game And little cakes, and some tea The end