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They
broach
the
brown
ale
,
and
they
fill
the
black
pot
,
And
the
goodwife
would
wish
the
goodman
in
the
mire
,
Ere
he
lack
'd
a
soft
pillow
,
the
Barefooted
Friar
.
7
.
Long
flourish
the
sandal
,
the
cord
,
and
the
cope
,
The
dread
of
the
devil
and
trust
of
the
Pope
;
For
to
gather
life
's
roses
,
unscathed
by
the
briar
,
Is
granted
alone
to
the
Barefooted
Friar
.
"
By
my
troth
,
"
said
the
knight
,
"
thou
hast
sung
well
and
lustily
,
and
in
high
praise
of
thine
order
.
And
,
talking
of
the
devil
,
Holy
Clerk
,
are
you
not
afraid
that
he
may
pay
you
a
visit
during
some
of
your
uncanonical
pastimes
?
"
