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By the dore they go nat in-to the fold,
To helpe †hir sheep they nought travall;
Hyred men all suche I holde,
And all such falsë, foule hem fall!
For Christ hir king they woll forsake,
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And knowe him nought for his povert;
For Christes lovë they woll wake,
And drink pyment [and] ale apart.