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 She leads a very modest life,
 * that never does amiss

With shame she then held down her head,
 * and stood like one that's dumb

For she, God wot, began to dread,
 * the roaring of the bum.

O shameless lad, quoth Fryar Stone.
 * an ill death may'st thou die,

For this thy wicked art alone,
 * that makes her pellets fly.

The fryar then aloud did call,
 * upon the opon court,

And said, this boy will shame us all,
 * by his unlawful sport.

A pipe he has I do declare,
 * and those that shall it hear,

They han't the power to forbear,
 * but caper without fear.

A proctor said, what! say'st thou so!
 * his pipe I fain would hear;

Come, little Jack, thy cunning show,
 * play with a merry cheer.

The fryar cry'd, not so I pray,
 * for proctor, by this light,

If Jack once more his pipe does play,
 * I shall be kill'd outright.

But yet the learned proctor bold,
 * gave Jack a strict command,

That he should not his art withold,
 * but take his pipe in hand.

With that he play'd a lesson loud,
 * the court immediately,

Rose up together in a croud,
 * and danc'd and caper'd high.

The learned priests and proctors they,
 * with all the other crew,

In the town hall they danc'd away,
 * and desks they overthrew.