The vicar must have ane of tho,
With the gray cloke that happis the bed,
Howbeit that he be purelye cled;
And gif the wyfe de on the morne,
Thocht all the babis suld be forlorne,
The uther kow he cliekis away,
With hir pure cote of roplock gray;
And gif, within twa days or thre,
The eldest chyld hapinis to de,
Of the third kow he will be sure.