hay! hay! by this day!
what avayleth it me thowgh I say nay?
¶ I wold ffayñ be a clarke;
but yet hit is a strange werke;[2]
the byrchyñ twyggis be so sharpe,
hit makith me haue a faynt harte.
what avaylith it me thowgh I say nay?
¶ On monday in the mornyng whañ I shall rise
at vj. of the clok,[3] hyt is the gise
to go to skole without a-vise