Would’st thou on good terms with friars live,
Ever be humble and admiring;
All they ask of thee freely give,
And in return be nought requiring.

On a Surly Butler,
who had refused him admission to the cellar.

O Dermod Flynn, it grieveth me
Thou keepest not Hell’s portal;
As long as thou should’st porter be,
Thou would’st admit no mortal.