There were three lords sate in an ale-hoos
Lamenting that their lot could scarce be wors.
Then an of them gan say, O Woe is me, O lack a day!
So swells the numbers under me, swich growing responsibility.
In compensatioun do I not deserve more moneye soon?
The next man then took up the doleful tune
Mine company grows less and less each day
It is full hard, by Goddes blood I should get more pay.
And then the third began, and thus did groan
My station is the hardest of us three, by Christs bones.
I've held all my estates the same, but still no bonus.
Luckily they were all on the same remuneration committee.
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There were three lords sate in an ale-hoos
Lamenting that their lot could scarce be wors.
Then an of them gan say, O Woe is me, O lack a day!
So swells the numbers under me, swich growing responsibility.
In compensatioun do I not deserve more moneye soon?
The next man then took up the doleful tune
Mine company grows less and less each day
It is full hard, by Goddes blood I should get more pay.
And then the third began, and thus did groan
My station is the hardest of us three, by Christs bones.
I've held all my estates the same, but still no bonus.
Luckily they were all on the same remuneration committee.