Mercy and justice had a quarrel
And mercy said, do not dare
Destroy her whom we can repair
Leave her here for three more years
So we can put more dung beneath her roots
"But she is guilty" said justice
Of prostitution and lewdness
Let me put the ax to this a fool's wench
A mean tree full of bad fruit and rot
She will never change I have seen her gloat
No! said mercy, don't you dare
Let me talk to our brother grace
He knows what to do, he will care
Put a balm on her sickness pair
She might recover her innocence
And brother truth with his advice
Will depart from her core this madness
That makes her act as one possessed
Till she inclines her ear and heart again
To her loving husband who weeps for her return