Methought I would clean mine Keep, ere I got high
I meant to order mine servants to sweep, alas, I got high
Now mine Court is in Disarray, I knowest why
for I got high, for I got high, for I got high
I didst mean to study mine Books, yet I got high
learn a Strategy of Bishops and Rooks, fie, I got high
Now my Mind is dry as Bone, I knowest why
for I got high, for I got high, for I got high
I wish’d to leave for the Crusades, gadzooks, I got high
lend the holy Church mine aid, for God on high
Now my Taxes are too high, I knowest why
for I got high, for I got high, for I got high
I would have married my Sweet Beloved, ere I got high
no more Lewd Wenches covet, yet I got high
Now I’m stricken with the Pox, pray don’t ask why
for I got high, for I got high, for I got high
I meant to greet the King’s Envoys, alas, I was high
gravely consider the choice, alas, I was high
Now I must flee my lands, I knowest why
for I got high, for I got high, for I got high
I wish not to prove a Traitor, yet I got high
I beheld Nymphs and Satyrs, whilst I was high
When I awoke in chains, I knew not why
for I was high, for I was high, for I was high
Mine intent was to lie with thee, alas, I got high
and to eat thy flower sweetly, fie, I got high
I confess the Sin of Onan, knowest thou why?
for I got high, for I got high, for I got high
I was captured on the Road, for I was high
and was sentenced to be killed, fie, I was high
Now mine Head is on a spike, no more alive
Now am I high, now am I high, now am I high
‘My deadly sin is sloth’, to St. Peter I tell
And he sends me down to Satan, with whom I now dwell,
In the seventh, and the lowermost, circle of Hell,
My woeful tale, forever to tell, forever to tell
Yet this be but a tale I have made, when I was high
I am truly a bard by trade, who doth love to get high
Yet take heed, nonetheless, God knowest why
lest thou get high, lest thou get high, lest thou get high