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Is that a favour 'bout your neck?
And what is that upon your side?
Is it a bag or silver sack?
What are you then where do you bide?
I was a servant unto Christ,
And Judas likewise is my name.
I knew you by your colours first,
Forsooth indeed you are to blame;
Your master did you not betray?
And hang yourself when ye had done?
Where'er you bide I will not stay;
Go then you knave let me alone.
Whate'er 'I be I'll be your guide,
Because you know not well the way;
Will you at once in me confide,
I'll do all friendship that I may,
What would you me?
Where do you dwell,
I have nought will go with thee;
I fear it is some lower cell,
I pray thee therefore let me be.
This is a stormy night and cold,
I'll bring you to a warmer inn;
Will you go forward and be bold,
And mend your pace till ye win in.
I fear your inn will be too warm,
For too much hotness is not best;
Such hotness there may do me harm,
And keep me that I do not rest;
I know your way it is to hell.
