ABBOT

I hauld it best that we incontinent, Gar hauld his fast into Captivity: Unto the third day of the Parliament And then accuse his of his herisie: Or than banische his out of this country, For with the King give Verity be knawin Of our great gloir we will degradit be And all our secrets to the commons schawin. But doubt we will baith leif and die With our luif Sensuality, We will have nam More deall with the, Then with the Queen of Fairy. Touching my office I say to ȝow plainly, My Monks and I, we leif riched easily: Their is nam Monks from Carrack to Carraill That fairs better and drinks More helsum Aill. My Prior is ane man of great devotion, Therefore daily he gets ane double portion. And I belief that cruikit men and blind, Shall never get up upon sa hich ane ledder: By my Good faith I dreid to lie behind, Without God draw me up into ane tedder. Quhat and I fall, than I will break my bledder: [] And I cum their this day the Devil speid me: Except God make me lichter nor ane fedder, Or send me down Good Widcok wingis to fly. Their is ane thousand in the kirk but doubt, Sic fuillis as'we give they war well sought out, Now brother sen it may nam better be, Let us gasoup with Sensuality. Allace, this reformation I may wary, For I have ȝit twa Daughters for to marry And they ar baith contractit be the Rude, And waits nought how to pay their tocher-gude.