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An ancient story Ile tell you anon	A
Of a notable prince that was called King John	A
And he ruled England with maine and with might	B
For he did great wrong and maintein'd little right	B
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And Ile tell you a story a story so merrye	C
Concerning the Abbot of Canterburye	C
How for his house keeping and high renowne	A
They rode poste for him to fair London towne	A
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An hundred men the king did heare say	D
The abbot kept in his house every day	D
And fifty golde chaynes without any doubt	E
In velvet coates waited the abbot about	E
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'How now father abbot I heare if of thee	F
Thou keepest a farre better house than mee	F
And for thy house keeping and high renowne	A
I feare thou work'st treason against my crown '	-
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'My liege ' quo' the abbot 'I would it were knowne	A
I never spend nothing but what is my owne	A
And I trust your grace will doe me no deere	G
For spending of my owne true gotten geere '	-
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'Yes yes father abbot thy fault is highe	H
And now for the same thou needest must dye	C
For except thou canst answer me questions three	F
Thy head shall be smitten from thy bodie	F
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'And first ' quo' the king 'when I'm in this stead	I
With my crowne of golde so faire on my head	I
Among all my liege men so noble of birthe	F
Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worthe	F
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'Secondlye tell me without any doubt	E
How soone I may ride the whole world about	E
And at the third question thou must not shrink	J
But tell me here truly what I do think '	-
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'O these are hard questions for my shallow witt	K
Nor I cannot answer your grace as yet	L
But if you will give me but three weekes space	M
Ile do my endeavour to answer your grace '	-
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'Now three weeks space to thee will I give	H
And this is the longest time thou hast to live	H
For if thou dost not answer my questions three	F
Thy lands and thy livings are forfeit to mee '	-
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Away rode the abbot all sad at that word	N
And he rode to Cambridge and Oxenford	N
But never a doctor there was so wise	O
That could with his learning an answer devise	O
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Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold	N
And he mett his shepheard a going to fold	N
'How now my lord abbot you welcome home	P
What newes do you bring us from good King John '	-
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'Sad newes sad newes shepeard I must give	H
That I must but three days more to live	H
For if I do not answer him questions three	F
My head will be smitten from my bodie	F
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'The first is to tell him there in that stead	N
With his crowne of golde so fair on his head	N
Among all his liege men so noble of birth	F
To within one penny of what he is worth	F
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'The seconde to tell him without any doubt	N
How soone he may ride this whole world about	N
And at the third question I must not shrinke	J
But tell him there truly what he does thinke '	-
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'Now cheare up sire abbot did you never hear yet	N
That a fool he may learn a wise man witt	N
Lend me horse and serving men and your apparel	Q
And I'll ride to London to answere your quarrel	Q
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'Nay frowne not if it hath bin told unto mee	F
I am like your lordship as ever may bee	F
And if you will but lend me your gowne	A
There is none shall knowe us at fair London towne '	-
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'Now horses and serving men thou shalt have	H
With sumptuous array most gallant and brave	H
With crozier and miter and rochet and cope	R
Fit to appeare 'fore our fader the pope '	-
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'Now welcome sire abbot ' the king he did say	D
'Tis well thou'rt come back to keepe thy day	D
For and if thou canst answer my questions three	F
Thy life and thy living both saved shall bee	F
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'And first when thou seest me here in this stead	N
With my crown of golde so fair on my head	N
Among all my liege men so noble of birthe	F
Tell me to one penny what I am worth '	-
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'For thirty pence our Saviour was sold	N
Amonge the false Jewes as I have bin told	N
And twenty nine is the worth of thee	F
For I thinke thou art one penny worser than hee '	-
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The king he laughed and swore by St Bittel	Q
'I did not think I had been worth so littel	Q
Now secondly tell mee without any doubt	N
How soone I may ride this whole world about '	-
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'You must rise with the sun and ride with the same	S
Until the next morning he riseth againe	A
And then your grace need not make any doubt	N
But in twenty four hours you'll ride it about '	-
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The king he laughed and swore by St Jone	A
'I did not think it could be gone so soone	A
Now from the third question thou must not shrinke	J
But tell me here truly what I do thinke '	-
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'Yea that shall I do and make your grace merry	F
You thinke I'm the Abbot of Canterbury	F
But I'm this poor shepheard as plain you may see	F
That am come to bed pardon for him and for mee '	-
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The king he laughed and swore by the masse	T
'Ile make thee lord abbot this day in his place '	-
'Now naye my liege be not in such speede	N
For alacke I can neither write ne reade '	-
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'Four nobles a weeke then I will give thee	F
For this merry jest thou hast showne unto mee	F
And tell the old abbot when thou comest home	P
Thou hast brought him a pardon from good King John '	-

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