The Friar Of Orders Grey - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Friar of Orders Grey. 
I am a Friar of Orders Grey, And down the valley I take my way; I pull not blackberry, haw nor hip," Good store of venison does till my scrip; My long bead roll I merrily chant, "Wherever I walk no money I want. Wherever I walk no money I want. And why I'm so plump the reason I'll tell, Who leads a good life is sure to live well! Who leads a good life is sure to live well! 
Chorus. What baron or squire, or knight of the shire, Lives half so well as a holy friar? Lives half so well, half so well. Lives half so well as a holy friar? 
After supper of heaven I dream, But that is fat pullet and clouted cream; Mvself by denial I mortify. With a dainty bit of warden pie: I'm cloth'd in sack-cloth for my sin, With old sack-wine I'm lin'd within, With old sack-wine I'm lin'd within. A chiruping cup is my mat in song, And the vesper bell is my bowl, ding dong! And the vesper bell is my bowl, ding dong!-Chorus.