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 Abraham, she said, will you but spare, I hope you are not flyting free; You of yourself had such a care, Deny'd your wife and made a lie: Oh then I pray you let me be, For I repent of all my sin, Do thou but open the gates to me, And let me quietly come in. Abraham went back to Jacob then, And told his nephew how he seed, How that of her nothing he wan, And that he thought the carling mad. Then down came Jacob thro' the closs, And said, go backward down to hell : Jacob, quoth she, I know thy voice, That gate pertaineth to thy fell : Of thy old trumperies I can tell, With two sisters thou led'st thy life, And the third part of these tribes twelve, Thou got with maids besides thy wife : And stole thy father's bennison, Only by fraud thy father free: Gave thou not him for venison, A kid, instead of baken rae. Jacob himself was tickled so, He went to Lot where he was lying And to the gate pray'd him to go, To staunch the carling of her crying. Lot says, fair dame, make less a do, And come again another day. Old harlot carle, and drunkard too, Thou with thine own two daughters lay,