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Then Aaron said, you whorish wife,
Go get you gone and rap no more;
With idols you have led your life,
Or then you shall repent it sore.
Good Aaron Priest, I know you well,
The golden calf you may remember,
Who made the people plagues to see,
This is of you recorded ever;
Your priesthood now is nothing worth,
Christ is my only priest and he,
My Lord who will not keep me forth,
So I'll got in, in spite of thee.
Up started Samson at the length,
Unto the gate apace came he,
To drive away the wife withs strength,
But all in vain, it would not be.
Samson quoth she, the world may see,
Thou wast a Judge who proved unjust,
Those gracious gifts which God gave thee,
Thou lost them by licentious lust.
From Dalila thy wicked wife,
The secrets chief couldst nor refrain,
She daily sought to take thy life,
Thou lost thy locks and then was slain,
Tho' thou wast strong it was in vain,
Haunting with harlots here and there.
Then Samson turned back again,
And with the wife would mell nae mair
Then said king David, knock no more.
We are all troubled with your cry.
David, quoth she, how cam'st thou there,
