He knelt and prayed, then up and flayed

His sinful flesh in a righteous rage.

 Whacketty-whack on breast and back, Whacketty-whack, before, behind; But he held the thought as he laid it on, “Pain is merely a state of mind.”

Whacketty-whack on breast and back,

Whacketty-whack, before, behind;

But he held the thought as he laid it on,

“Pain is merely a state of mind.”

 Whacketty-whack on breast and back, Whacketty-whack on calf and shin; And the lay-brothers said, with a wag of the head, “Ain’t he the glutton for discipline!”

Whacketty-whack on breast and back,

Whacketty-whack on calf and shin;

And the lay-brothers said, with a wag of the head,

“Ain’t he the glutton for discipline!”

[Pg 12] Now every night our anchorite Was exceedingly tight when he went to bed. The scourge that once pained him no longer restrained him, Nor even the fear of an aching head.

[Pg 12]

Now every night our anchorite

Was exceedingly tight when he went to bed.

The scourge that once pained him no longer restrained him,

Nor even the fear of an aching head.

 For he woke at morn with a pate as clear As the silvery chime of the matin bell; And without any jogging he fell to his flogging, And larruped himself in his lonely cell.

For he woke at morn with a pate as clear

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