"Thou art none of mine, brother Lazarus,

Lying begging at my door,

No meat, no drink will I give thee,

Nor bestow upon the poor.''

Then Lazarus laid him down and down,

Ev'n down at Diverus' wall;

"Some meat, some drink, brother Diverus,

Or surely starve I shall.''

"Thou art none of mine, brother Lazarus,

Lying begging at my wall;

No meat, no drink will I give thee,

And therefore starve thou shall.''

Then Lazarus laid him down and down,

Ev'n down at Diverus' gate;

"Some meat, some drink, brother Diverus,

For Jesus Christ his sake."

"Thou art none of mine, brother Lazarus,

Lying begging at my gate,

No meat, no drink will I give thee,

For Jesus Christ his sake."

Then Diverus sent his merry men all,

To whip poor Lazarus away;

They had not power to whip one whip,

But threw their whips away.

Then Diverus sent out his hungry dogs,

To bite poor Lazarus away;

They had not power to bite one bite,

But licked his sores away.

And it fell out upon one day,

Poor Lazarus he sickened and died;

There came two angels out of heaven,

His soul thereto to guide.

"Rise up, rise up, brother Lazarus,

And come along with me,

There is a place prepared in heaven,

For to sit upon an angel's knee."

And it fell out upon one day,

Rich Diverus sickened and died;

There came two serpents out of hell

His soul thereto to guide.

"Rise up, rise up, brother Diverus,

And come along with me;

There is a place prepared in hell,

For to sit upon a serpent's knee."

THE GAY LADY THAT WENT TO CHURCH

|There was a lady all skin and bone;

Sure such a lady was never known:

It happen'd upon a certain day,

This lady went to church to pray.

When she came to the church stile,

There she did rest a little while;

When she came to the church yard,

There the bells so loud she heard.

When she came to the church door,

She stopt to rest a little more;

When she came the church within,

The parson pray'd gainst pride and sin.

On looking up, on looking down,

She saw a dead man on the ground;

And from his nose unto his chin,

The worms crawl'd out, the worms crawl'd in.

Then she unto the parson said,

"Shall I be so when I am dead?"

"O yes! O yes," the parson said,

"You will be so when you are dead."

_Here the lady screams_.

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