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One saw the Virgin soon, [peccavi?] cried - had his Soul whitewashd all so clever; Then home again he nimbly hied made fit with Saints above to live for ever.

In coming back, however, let me say He met his brother rogue, about half way - Hobling with outstretchd [bum?], and [bending?] knees; Damning the souls and bodies of the [Pease?] His eyes in Tears, his cheeks and brows in sweat, Deep Sympathising with his groaning feet.

"How now, the light [hued?], whitewash pilgrim [illegible] you Lazy lubber! Odds [curse?] it, cried the other, 'tis no joke my feet, once hard as any rock are now as soft as blubber.

Excuse me, Virgin Mary, that I swear - As for Love tho I shall not get there; No! to the Devil my sinful soul must go, For dam mee if I haint lost [greasy toe?] But brother Sinner, do explain How, tis that you are not in pain; What power hath worked a wonder on your toes, Whilst I, just like a Snail, am crawling Now swearing now on Saints devoutly bawling Whilst not a rascal comes to ease my pain [wo?]