Untitled III (Amara Tanta Tyri)

"Late summer cornfields,

vermilion like fire,
foreboding evil,
the wolf's in the rye.
Sanctus Antonius, spare us visitation!

Antonius fire
Antonius fire
Antonius fire - dance our life away,
Antonius fire
Antonius fire
Antonius fire - make us dance our life… away.

The legend tells

that you may not eat
this black bread or else
black turn your feet
but they were so avaricious
and famine was too well known,
so the flour was palmed of
upon the the poor who didn't know a thing.

Antonius fire
Antonius fire
Antonius fire - dance our life away,
Antonius fire
Antonius fire
Antonius fire - make us dance our life… away.

After the feast

in slumber they lay,
whereas the beast
started his play
some jumped up and all around
for days the jerked and shook their limbs,
like manics the danced through the nights.
their limbs turned black and in the end fell off.

Antonius fire
Antonius fire
Antonius fire - dance our life away,
Antonius fire
Antonius fire
Antonius fire - make us dance our life… away.

Led by delusions
they went astray.
the other's conclusion
followed it's way.
fire burnt underneath their skin,
like red ants crawling out and in,
convulsions of evil origin
made them join in St. Antonius dance.

Antonius fire
Antonius fire
Antonius fire - dance our life away,
Antonius fire
Antonius fire
Antonius fire - make us dance our life… away."

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Untitled III (Rest On Tour Arms Reversed)

"No one ever commands twilight

no one ever rules decay
no one ever breaks the antlers
of the unborn Silver Deer

Forced by beauty they were singing

holding high the gorgeous flag
clear their eyes and clear their locks
marching over pure-blood fields.

Once there was this Time of Glory

now it's coming back to stay
young men, brothers, friends and lovers
raise their heads and eyes for Hail.

Sweet bitterness of lover's devotion

flits over their rosy checks
the beauty of disdain is fuel
in the motor of ordeal.

Love will chain them, stay together

love won't tear the boys apart
young men never cease their idols
young men always wild at heart."

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Untitled XIV (Rest in your arms reversed)

Dawn in the woods

I found this little plant
hidden in the shades
of a lost raven chant.

Makes you laugh and make you cry and vomit

weather nasty, weather shy, you love it.

Makes you spin and makes you dance

brings your eyes that certain glance.

Brings you love in endless night

(Hyoscyamus Niger)
Turns your world to mystic sights.
(Hyoscyamus Niger)
Turns the fire into ice
(Hyoscyamus Niger)
Lets the dinosaur rise!
(Hyoscyamus Niger)

Dirty yellow and violet, their bloom,

in the kernel of their fruit's my doom!

This plan is small, but makes you tall

it's hard yo find but in your mind

Hyoscyamus Niger!
Hyoscyamus Niger!

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Untitled II (Rest in your arms reversed)

On all sides I saw Valkyries assemble

ready to ride to the ranks of the Gods.
Skuld bore the shield and Skogul rode next,
Guth, Hild, Gondul and Geirskogul.

Heith their named her as she sought their homes.

The wise seerers, she mastered the wolves

brewing's her skills, she plundered salvation
to wicked women delight shes ever.

The giantess old in irowood sat

bred there the bad brood of Fenrir
will one of this, worst than they alle
murder the moon un seeming a wolfe.

He seeds on the flesh of fallen men

with their blood sullies the seat of the Gods
with grow swarth the sunshine in summer thereafter,
weathers are raging - d'ye knows wath that means?

Murder became the first in their world!

when the Gods with spears had smitten Golveig,
and in the hall of Hár their burnt her,
burnt three times and three times reborn.

Thus they Thor

drove into rage!

Where sworn oaths broken and solemn vows

Gods plighted troth the pledges given
brothers will battle to bloody end
Ragnar's the rock - d'ye knows wath that means?

Murder became the first in their world!

when the Gods with spears had smitten Golveig,
and in the hall of Hár their burnt her,
burnt three times and three times reborn.
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Dry off your lips

This night won't last long,
Just don't deny,
Be strong!

For down goes the land in fear!

No hope left, just tears.
No one alive to fight,
Just you, my friend, just you!

If you crawl up the hills,

Think of me!
If you burn the landscapes,
I'll be far away.
If your heart freezes at night,
I'll be laughing by the fire.
If the corpses are after you,
I'll fall in love with someone else!

So take what you can,

Take all!
Take my advice,
Stand tall!
Take nomansland
For free,
Take good disguise,
And Flee!

For you have to be ready! Ready! READY!

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Untitled XII (Rest On Your Arms Reversed)

Come here my little children, you boys and girls!

I have something great for you to do.
On this sunny springday of 1212
There's a cross for each of you.
Capture the Holy Sepulchre far in Jerusalem,
As the mighty knights failed to do.

'We are the chosen,

The mighty,
The pure,
We will build the new Jerusalem!'

You will cross the mountains, head down to the sea,

The losses of lives won't bother you.
Disappointment in Genova for seventhousand,
The miracle predicted won't come true.
Your God won't allow you to cross the sea,
And even the Lombards won't do.

'We are the chosen,

The mighty,
The pure,
We will build the new Jerusalem!'

You'll recross the Alps despite cold November,

Exhausted, disappointed and grue.
If you reach home, get to your former followers,
Now they will be mocking at you!
Seven ships will leave the port of Marselle,
There's hope for the steadfast and true.

'We are the chosen,

The mighty,
The pure,
We will build the new Jerusalem!'

Two will be wrecked on the shores of Sardinia

Hey, what a game of bugaboo!
The rest will be valueable slaves to Africa,
It's goin' to be a mad ballyhoo!
So come, my little children, now guess my name,
Divide my tripple number swiftly, too!

'We are the chosen,

The mighty,
The pure,
We will build the new Jerusalem!'

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Untitled XI (Rest On Your Arms Reversed)

We come!
Here we come!
We come!

"Gentlemen! This is our day!

This grey morning is our judgement-day!
So don't take too long, get hold of your Bren!
Even the wounded, I need every man!"

This is our morning,

Our morning of war!
Longing for slaughter,
We're after Thor!

Torments of war!

"Where is the rest? I need every man!

On with you bucks, or I'll smash your cran!
Don't be chicks, there's no way out!
You'll go through this like a boy-scout!"

This is our morning,

Our morning of war!
Longing for slaughter,
We're after Thor!

"Don't worry, soldier, you'll pass through this!

Won't be a problem, less than a kiss!
Just take your Bren, and helmet on,
Close your eyes, you're not alone!
I'm with you, man, give you command
Here on the phone, you're no debutant!
You're headding too far, watch out rifleman!
Don't die me away! I need every man!"

Selfimmolation!
I'm dying alone!
Selfimmolation!
I'm dying alone!

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Untitled XVI (Rest On Your Arms Reversed)

Ice, black and fry,

Dry like a soul,
Goes up in flames
As i ignite.

Midsummernight
Brings the black sun,
Dead winternight,
Red delirium!

Gods lover the Thule!

He's one of us!
Takes the black ribbon
And fight with us!

Gods lover the Thule!

In our platoon
Hit on the order,
Embrace the Runes!

Servants of swords,
Swords, strong and fair,
Coated in skins,
Skins of the slaves.

Lack of the sun,

Sun from the North,
Bloodlust and pain,
Eternal dark!

Gods lover the Thule!

He's one of us!
Takes the black ribbon
And fight with us!

Gods lover the Thule!

In our platoon
Hit on the order,
Embrace the Runes!

Bravest of Norsemen,
Norsemen so high,
Beaty's in war,
War is love!

Freeze our blood!

Blood is love,
Let it stream,
Human sacrifice!

Gods lover the Thule!

He's one of us!
Takes the black ribbon
And fight with us!

Gods lover the Thule!

In our platoon
Hit on the order,
Embrace the Runes!

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Untitled XXI (Amara Tanta Tyri)

Before the journey that awaits us all,

No man becomes so wise that he has not
Need to think out, before his going hence,
What judgement will be given to his soul,
After his death, of good and of evil.

And there he now lies

All smeared with own blood,
Unable to breathe
In need of a strut.
Wounded so deeply
Out there in the mud.
Oh, how did this go?
What happened that night?
In winter hollows,
In icy halls.
You sink into mourning
As the star falls.
The flower of England
Passing away.
No one can help,
No more to say.
The good days are over.
See what comes now, as Arthur's dead.

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Untitled I (Rest On Your Arms Reversed)

God be with you all!

And with your mighty, slaughtered Kingdom,
My love and brother!

God be with you all!

And guide you in delussions,
Nightmares of greasy metal and decay!

Led be hope and self-reliance,

Hatred gave you power:
A thing you didn't really need,
For hot for action's youthfull flesh!

Ahead!
In a row!
Forward march!
Throung hell!

Daring you ran off to join them.

So many young men you have been.
Marching brisky over land,
Shouting hymns of Valour and of Glory!

Ahead!
In a row!
Forward march!
Throung hell!

Oh, my brother, won't you stay here,

Leave the greedness for blood!
Oh my lover, don't you think of
Raping someone elses love!

On they wander, don't look back,

Dogged push ahead.
The heavy metal cuts their meat,
Bloodsoaked is the ground!

Ahead!
In a row!
Forward march!
Throung hell!

The death-machinery is swelling up,

The moloch wolfing down.
A great grey mass, no human deed,
Of metal and of blood!

Ahead!
In a row!
Forward march!
Throung hell!

God be with you all!

...He shows us his cloven hoof…

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Untitled III (A New Soldier Follow The Path Of A New King)

In this moment of sheer lightness

Underneath the flow,
Longing for another brightness
Till the eternal blow.
If this moment lasted longer,
Longer for the fake!
The the fear is getting stronger,
Which door do you take?
No more time for reconsideration,
No need to debate,
Thristing for your thorned coronation,
Now you`re simply late.
There is nothing left but ashes,
Do you smell the freeze?
And what was so lucious once,
Now is apogee.
Tell me that it can`t be Mitras
Sparkling in the air.
Oh leader, friend, stay with us,
Me and my despair.
Make my soul a fortress
And my mind a bow
In this hour of sheer brightness
Till the eternal blow.

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Untitled XX (Amara Tanta Tyri)

We are the one who has the right

To put the enemy to flight
We teach you youngsters how to fight
When hatred lightens up your nights
We humble them with deep despite
And make a mocking of their fright
We are to gird our armour tight
Our warcraft brings us great delight

We are what you fear

And 't is what you'll hear
We will smash our spear
And get your rows clear
We'll press you to tears
In using our rear
We are tough like steers
As this is our year

We play with you this nasty game

For it is you who is to blame
We are the one who sets the frame
So there's no need for you to claim
We will our victory proclaim
And you will have to do the same
We put the rest of you in flame
So you will get to know our name

This is the last take

We'll clear up your fake
Fix you to the stake
There you will will break
And then for our sake
Leave you to the wake
Your land we will rake
Get it to the quake.

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Untitled IX (Amara Tanta Tyri) Wulf and Eadwacer

Wulf is on a far island,
I am on another - we are apart,
we are apart.

They will wish to capture him

If he brings his troop - we are apart,
we are still apart.

Was it rainy and I sad

When the bold warrior laid his arms about me.
I took delight and also pain.
Oh Wulf, don't let me weep in vain,
Eadwacer, do you hear me - we are apart,
we are apart.

A wolf shall take our wretched whelp,

Drag him to the woods - we are apart,
we are still apart.

Men may put asunder that

Which was never joined,
our song together.

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Ich was ein chint so wolgetan

virgo dum florebam
do brist mich diu werlt al
omnibus placebam
Refrain
Hoy et oe
maledicantur thylie
iuxta viam posite

la wolde ih an die wisen ganl flores adunare

do wolde mich ein ungetan
ibi deflorare
Refrain

Er nam mich bi der wizen hant

sed non indecenter
er wist mich diu wise lanch
vaide fraudulenter
Refrain

Er graif mir an daz wize gewant

valde indecenter
er fuorte mich bi der hant
multum violenter
Refrain

Er sprach vrowe ge wir baz

nemus est remotum
dirre wech der habe haz
planxi et hoc totum
Refrain

Iz stat ein linde wolgetan

non procul a via
da hab ich mine herphe lan
timpanum cum lyra
Refrain

Do er zu der linden chom

dixit sedeamus
diu minne twanch sere den man
ludum faciamus
Refrain

Er graif mir an den wizen lip

non absque timore
er sprah ich mache dich ein wip
dulcis es cum ore
Refrain

Er warf mir uof daz hemdehin

corpore detecta
er rante mir in daz .purgelin
cuspide erecta
Refrain

Er nam den chocher unde den bogen

bene venabatur
der selbe hete mich betrogen
ludus compleatur.

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Never flee, stay with us,

Look at me, don't discuss!
All for one, one for all!
To the gun, just stand tall!

Life never will remain the same

If you just run away in pain.
For after under your safe roof
There's no more chance for you to prove!

Don't be craven -
Fight!
Fools are graven -
Blight!

There's times where you don't know the way,

Where you're completely at a loss,
Don't think too far, your mind must stay,
For lethal is your mental fuzz.

Never flee, stay with us,

Look at me, don't discuss!
All for one, one for all!
To the gun, just stand tall!

Don't be craven -
Fight!
Fools are graven -
Blight!

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Untitled V (A New Soldier Follow The Path Of A New King)

Death by fire is purification

Death by fire to save heretics,
Death by fire is victimisation,
Death by fire to feed maverics.

Death by fire is occultation,

Death by fire to sell lunatics,
Death by fire is stigmatisation,
Death by fire to keep the Catholics.

Death by fire is levitation,

Death by fire, fly on broomstick!
Death by fire as delectation,
Death by fire for gay plethoric.

Death by fire as visitation,

Death by fire leaves ciatrix
Death by fire as coronation,
Death by fire on burning crucifix!
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Dance the Dance of Liberation

Dance the Dance of Liberation,

Boys ahead, victorious!
Join the file of our salvation,
Heroes, young and glorious!

Into the dark night, follow the true light!

Up every hill, one is our will.
May there be fire, lover’s desire,
Despite the dusk, freedom’s the task!

All for one, all for our nation,

One for all, winter to fall.
Raise the flag with our signation,
No appal, yet we stand tall!

Into the dark night, follow the true light!

Up every hill, one is our will.
May there be fire, lover’s desire,
Despite the dusk, freedom’s the task!

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Untitled XIII (The Smell Of Blood But Victory)

Mir tuot einer slahte wille

sanfte und ist mir doch dar under wê.
ich minne einen ritter stille,
dem enmag ich niht versagen mê
des er mich gebeten hât.
tuon ichs niht, mich dunket
daz mîn niemêr werde rât.

Dicke dunke ich mich sô stæte

mînes willen. sô mir daz geschiht,
swie vil er mich denne bæte,
al die wîle, daz enhulfe niht.
ieze hân ich den gedanc:
waz hilfet daz?
der muot ist kûme eines tages lanc.

Wil er mich vermîden mêre,

sô versuochet er mich alze vil.
owê, des vorhte ich vil ze sêre,
daz ich müeze volgen swes er wil.
gerne het ichz nû getân,
wan daz ichz im muoz versagen
und wîbes êre sol begân.

Ichn getar vor tûsent sorgen,

die mich tougen in dem herzen mîn
twingent abent unde morgen,
leider niht getuon den willen sîn.
daz ichz iemer einen tac
sol fristen, daz ist ein klage,
diu mir bî dem herzen lac.

Sît daz im die besten jâhen,

daz er alsô schône kunne leben,
sô hân ich im mir vil nâhen
eine stat in mîme herzen geben,
dâ noch nieman in getrat.
si hânt daz spil verlorn:
er eine tuot in allen mat."

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Untitled XIII (Rest On Your Arms Reversed)

The devil is in disguise!

The devil is in your eyes

Satan howls after your!

Satan drives into you!

Satan is coming,
Satan to you!

The devil is in disguise!

The devil is in your eyes!

No need for running,

Satan with you!
See how he’s fluin’
Flickering around!

Satan howls after you!

Satan drives into you!

Corpses are dying,

Blood on the ground!

The devil is in disguise!

the devil is in your eyes!

Forget all your prayers,

Give in and long,
For that old slayer,
Satan’s too strong!

There He is!
You’re talking in tongues!
Satan’s the wiz,
The master of prongs!

Hail Satan!
How great Thou art!
Hail Satan!
Please don’t tart!

Hail Satan!
Thou art the king!
Hail Satan!
Us on your wing!

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TIMELY blossom, Infant fair,

Fondling of a happy pair,
Every morn and every night
Their solicitous delight,
Sleeping, waking, still at ease, 5
Pleasing, without skill to please;
Little gossip, blithe and hale,
Tattling many a broken tale,
Singing many a tuneless song,
Lavish of a heedless tongue; 10
Simple maiden, void of art,
Babbling out the very heart,
Yet abandon'd to thy will,
Yet imagining no ill.

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KING HENRY V

I was not angry since I came to France

Until this instant. Take a trumpet, herald;
Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill:
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the field; they do offend our sight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
And make them skirr away, as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have,
And not a man of them that we shall take
Shall taste our mercy. Go and tell them so.

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Untitled II (The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath A Cloud)

Queen Jane was in travail

For six weeks or more,
Till the women grew tired,
And fain would give o'er.
'O women! O women!
Good wives if ye be,
Go, send for King Henrie,
And bring him to me.'
King Henrie was sent for,
He came with all speed,
In a gownd of green velvet
From heel to the head.
'King Henrie! King Henrie!
If kind Henrie you be,
Send for a surgeon,
And bring him to me.'

The surgeon was sent for,

He came with all speed,
In a gownd of black velvet
From heel to the head.
He gave her rich caudle,
But the death sleep slept she.
Then her right side was opened,
And the babe was set free.
The babe it was christened,
And put out and nursed,
While the royal Queen Jane
She lay cold in the dust.

So black was the mourning,

And white were wands,
Yellow, yellow the torches,
They bore in their hads.
The bells they were mournful,
And mournful did play,
While the royal Queen Jane
She lay cold in the clay.

Six knights and six lords

Bore her corpse through the grounds;
Six dukes followed after,
In black mourning gownds.
The flower of Old England
Was laid in cold clay,
Whilst the royal King Henrie
Came weeping away.

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Untitled III (The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath A Cloud)

The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue,

The dances short, long tales of great delight;
With words and looks taht tigers could but rue,
Where each of us did plead the othre's rightů
The palm play where, despoiled for the game,
With dazed eyes off we by gleams of love
Have missed the ball and got sight of our dame,
To bait her eyes, which kept the leads aboveů
Thre gravel ground, with sleeves tied on the helm,
On foaming horse, with wrods and friendly hearts
With cheer as though one should another whelm,,
Where we have fought, and chased off with darts.

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Untitled IX

Wulf is on a far island,

I am on another - we are apart,
we are apart
They will wish to capture him
If he brings hist troop - we are apart,
we are still apart.

Was it rainy and I sad

Whe the bold warrior laid hist arms about me.
I took delight and also pain.
Oh Wulf, don"t let me weep in vain,
Eadwacer, do you hear me - we are aparat,
we are apart.
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Untitled V (The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath A Cloud) Carmina Burana

Flete flenda
Perhorrete perrhorenda
Lugete lugenda
Pavete Pavenda
Dolete dolenda!
Etates currunt
Anni labuntur
Vitium remanet
Peccata crescunt
Tyranni statuuntur.

Virtus cessat
Culesia calcatur
Clerus ambit
Mammon regnat
Simonia dominatur.

Pontifices errant
Reges turbantur
Proceres turbant
Sacraria sordent
Leges violantur.

Abbas inlatur
Possessa vastat
Prebendam minuit
Contio declamitat
Fessa astat.

Militibus gaudet
Laude inescatur
Monachos horret
Mundalia colit
Fraude insidiatur.

Subiecti dissiliunt
Stulti gaudent
Gnari merent
Contemptus atollitur
Inulti audent.

Ordo languet
Pudicitia sordesit
Pietas refuit
Doctrina rarescit
Sophia hebescit.

Insons plectitur
Pupillus artatur
Humilis teritur
Viduata premitur
Pusillus spoliatur.

Ingenuus servit
Serbus honoratur
Parasitus tonat
Scurra imperitat
Protervus dominatur.

Elluo prestat
Periurus ditatur
Raptor viget
Fallax excellit
Epicurus decoratoru.

Delicie enervant
Fastus turget
Inmicitie exerentur
Tumor furit
Astus urget.

Blandimenta suadent
Mine adduntur
Rabies sevit
Usura tractatur
Idcirco Cedimur
Pesti incidimus
Tetrimentum patimur
Grave lantuescimus
Mesti imus.
Aer tabet
Languores adaugentur
Incendia consumunt
Mucro sevit
Timores habentur.

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Untitled VII (The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath A Cloud)

Veniat in brevi,
Jesu, bone Deus,
Finish huius evi
Annus inbileus!
Moriar, ne videam
Antichisti frameam,
Umbra c** videmus
Valles operiri
Proximo devemus
Noctem expeririů

Sed c** montes videris

Et colles c** ceteris
Rebus obscurari,
Nec fallis nee falleris,
Si mundo tune a**eris
Coctem dominari.

Versa est in luctum

Cithara Waltheri,
Non quia se ductum
Extra gregem cleri
Vel eiectum dolcat
Vel abiecti Ingeat
Vilitatem morbi
Sed quia considerat,
Quod finis accelerat
Improvisius orbi.

Restat ut per montes

Figurate notes
Seripturarum fonts,
Christi sacerdotes;
Colles dicti mystice,
Eo quod in vertice
Sion constitute
Mundo sunt pro speculo,
Vellent non abuti,
Si legis oraculo
Fit herditarium
Dei sancuarium

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The most needy aren oure neighbores,

And we nime good heebe,
As prisoners in pittes,
And poure folke in cotes,
Charged with children
And chef lords rente:
That they with spinning may spare,
Spenen hit in hous-hire,
Both in milk and in mele
To make with papelotes,
To aglotic with here gurles
That greden after foode.
Also hemselve suffren muche hunger,
And wo in winter-time
With waking a nights
To rise to the ruel to to rocke the crable
Bothe to carde and to cembe,
To clouten and to washe
To ribbe and to reli, rushes to pilie;
That reuthe is to rebe
Othere in rime shewe
The wo of these women
That wonieth in cotes;
And of meny other men
That muche wo suffren,
Bothe alingrede and afurst
To turne the faire outwarde,
And beth abashed for to begge,
And wolle nat be aknowe
What hem needeth at here neighbores
At noon and at even
This ich wot miterly,
As the worlde techeth,
What other bihoveth
That hath meny children,
And hath no catel bote his crafte
To clothy hem and to fede,
And fele to fonge therto,
And fewe pans taketh.
Ther is pain and peny-ale
As for a pitaunce ytake,
Colde flesh and cold fish
For veneshon ybake, Fridayes and fasting-dayes
A fethung-worth of muscles
Were a feste for suche folke,
Other so fele c***es.

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