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«§• THE WIFE OF BEITH*
I wa; 3 fervant unto Ghriil,
And Judas like wife it my name.
knew you b ■ your colours firft,
Fo’footh i: deed you was to blame ;
Your mailer did too not betfa* ?
Axd kangf d yourfelf when you had done ?
Where'er you bide f will not fta? ;
Go then you knave let me alone.
Whate’er I be I II be your guide,
Becaufe you know not v^ell the way.
Will ye but once in me confide,
I*!l do all friend (hip that I may,
What v/oird you me? where do you dwell?
I hav* no will *o go with thee:
I fear it is feme tome lovver cell,
I pray dies therefore let me be.
This is 4 flormy night and cold,
I’ll bring you o a warm inn,
Will ye go forward and be bold, ’
And mend your pace till we wia in.
I fear your inn will be too warm,
For toe much hotnefs is not bell ;
Such hotnefs there may do me harm,
And keep me tha I do n*t reft.
I know your way it is to hell*
For you are none of the eleven
Go hafte you then into your cell,
>Iy way is only unto fceaven.
That, way is by the gales of hell,
If ' ou intend there for to go.
Go dame, I will not you compel.
But 1 with you will go alfo.

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