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 Is that a favour 'bout your neck?

And what is that upon your side?

Is it a bag or silver sack?

What are you then where do you bide?

I was a servant unto Christ,

And Judas likewise is my name.

I knew you by your colours first,

Forsooth indeed you are to blame;

Your master did you not betray?

And hang yourself when ye had done?

Where'er you bide I will not stay;

Go then you knave let me alone.

Whate'er I be I'll be your guide,

Because you know not well the way;

Will you at once in me confide,

I'll do all friendship that I may,

What would you me?

Where do you dwell,

I have no will go with thee;

I fear it is some lower cell,

I pray thee therefore let me be.

This is a stormy night and cold,

I'll bring you to a warmer inn;

Will you go forward and be bold,

And mend your pace till ye win in.

I fear your inn will be too warm,

For too much hotness is not best;

Such hotness there may do me harm,

And keep me that I do not rest;

I know your way it is to hell.

For you are not one of the eleven;