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Then Aaron said, you whorish wife,
Get you gone and rap no more;
(With idols you have led your life,)
Or then you will repent it sore.
Good Aaron priest I know you well,
This golden calf you may remember,
Who made the people plagues to see.
The is of you recorded evere:
Your priesthood now is nothing worth,
Christ is my only priest, and he,
My lord, who shall not keep me forth,
So I'll get in in spite of thee.
Up started Sampson at the length,
Unto the gate apace came he,
To drive away the wife with strength,
But all in vain it would not be.
Sampson, quoth she, the world may see,
Thou was a judge that prov'd unjust;
Those gracious gifts which God gave thee,
Thou lost by thy licentious lust,
From Delila thy wicked wife,
Thy secrets chief couldst not refrain,
She daily sought to take thy life,
Thou lost thy locks and then was slain,
Tho' thou wast strong it was in vain,
Haunted with harlots here and there,
Then Sampson turned back again,
And with the wife would mell nae mair.
Then said king David knock no more,
