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Your counsale, Cummer, is gud, quoth scho,

All is to tene him that I do;

In bed he is nocht wirth a bene:

Fill fow the glass, and drynk me to:

This lang Lentren makis me lene.

Off wyne, out of ane choppyne stowp,

Thay drank twa quartis, sowp and sowp;

Off drowth sic excefss did thame constrene;

Be than to mend thay had gud howp:

That Lentren suld nocht mak thame lene.