Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

And liee'l say, Fool, thou wots not what thou prayest.
Even, Lord, say I, as good Sir John did teach me !
Sir John, saith he, a Priest unmeet to preach me,
Or in your mishent mouths once for to name me :
With different tongues and hearts, such Jock such Jamie.
For though I know mo tongues then ye can tell
False knaves, should ye not understand yoursell ?
Gave I not you a tongue as well as heart,
That both to me should play an ae-fold part ?
But like two double devils ye have dissembled.
At this Sir John he quaked, and he trembled,
And said, good Pack-man, thou art so quick witted.
Unto the Prior all must be remitted.
And so the Pack-man past unto his lodging.
Having witliin his heart great grief and grudging :
Sometimes he doubted if the Monks were men,
Or Monsters, for his life he could not ken.
He said. Sir John was a fair fat fed Ox,
Sometimes he said, he looked like John Knox.
But Knox was better versed into the Bible,
A studie that Sir John held very idle ;
They dive not deep into Divinity,
And trouble them little with the Trinity,
And are more learned in the Legendarie,
In lives of Saints, and of the Lady Mary.
The only Idole they embrace and kisse A,
Is to prove servants unto Mistresse Missa.
With such conceats the Pack-man jiast the night,
With little sleep, until it was day light.
And by the peep of day he early rose.
And trim'd him finely in his holy-dayes hose ;
And to Sir Johns own chamber straight he went,
Wlio was attending : So with one assent,
They hyed them to the Prior both in haste.
To whom Sir John began to give a taste
Of all the questions that had past among them.
He call'd them Hereticks both, and vow'd to hang them.