⁠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,