A Thousand Pokes

I must my master every day

Full of failings and mistakes

And bring him of a thousand pokes

In syllables and words that spoke

Done in order when you re(a)d

And in singing what you said

I record it to repeat

Or else I am-be sorely beat

I hear all that you say

So gather up and put away

And when the times comes

I'll read them all one by one

The one who errors they forget

But The-collector does not yet

Keeping busy surely stored

To-accuse the souls-there more

Wherefore-it is we like to pence

Cos-all the haste and-negligence

In order to put remedy

Against offenders as they be

I hear all that you say

So gather up and put away

And when the times comes

I'll read them all one by one

The liar with his hairy tongue

Rabbles up their service done

And leaves-not much-other choice

To-do well in another voice

Better not you syncopate

Or your words I'll have to take

Mispronounce your mumbled chat

We'll be having none of that

I hear all that you say

So gather up and put away

And when the times comes

I'll read them all one by one

I hear all that you say

So gather up and put away

And when the times comes

I'll read them all one by one