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To goodman Chappels supplication

Harry whobal harke, maste Camell hathe yzeene
Thy vengeance zory byll, and tompes the as I wene,
And is by Christe full zad, that thou comest out zo late
Thou myghtest haue had a place vor Pekehorn at his gate.
But vortune frended not, chote it verye well,
The more hard happe thou hadst, ich doo thee plainly tell.
Uor zure charde hym swear by goges dygne dayntie bones
Thou shoodes be newe yshod to trāp these oldestons


And westwardes shodeste haue zit, for blearing of thin eis
Uor zomer nowe a trowes, wil hurt the zore with flies,
But he no nyggon is, a wyll vorde the a flappe,
Thou shalt haue a vorrayle man, to put vpon thy cappe.
And goddes benyson to, tho, Churcharde tye hym shorte.
Churcharde wers a bell at staill to make his frendes sport.
And Camell choppes holy water, for Churcharde and forthe.
Uor he wyll to you bothe, a holy chaplain be.
And if a wittin not, er twaie daies bee agoe,
He wyll you sprinkle bothe, as uarre as I doo knowe.
Tis a vengeance beast, and bygge to beare you all,
And if you zit not vast, bum fay, man to vall
Thomas Camell.