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 FALSTAFF'S SONG

he that died o' Wednesday?

What place on earth hath he?

A tailor's yard beneath, I wot,

Where worms approaching be;

For the wight that died o' Wednesday,

Just laid the light below,

Is dead as the varlet turned to clay

A score of years ago.

Where's he that died o' Sabba' day?

Good Lord, I'd not be he!

The best of days is foul enough

From this world's fare to flee;

And the saint that died o' Sabba' day,

With his grave turf yet to grow,

Is dead as the sinner brought to pray

A hundred years ago.

Where's he that died o' yesterday?

What better chance hath he 65