Classic Poem

Lenton has brought us, as I understand,
Laus tibi Domine tied in a band:
He is come to the coast in the wanniand
And Sir Te Deum is put out of the land:
No nay:
Now there is no more to make,
But the devil his neck crack
That has made us all the break
With Alleluia!

Does not he for envy put all away,
Both eggs and collops and Alleluia ,
Fritters and frummety he closes in clay,
And of the days in the week he make Friday
No doubt
There is more to tell,
But by Saint Michael,
First ring his bell
All England about.

Farewell, Alleluia , with thy liberty,
The gentlest song that is or may be;
He that hath thee exiled out of the country
A dog's death might he die, I pray the Trinity,
Certain,
He was comfort of care
And weal of well fare.
I pray to Jesus that Mary bare
Send us him again.