Borgmesteren

Todt zum Schultheiß:
HErr Schultheiß auff, dann es ist Zeit,
   Daß Leib vnd Seel miteinander streit,
Das thu ich auff der Leyren singen,
   Dem Liedlein mögen jhr nachspringen.

Der Schultheiß:
MEin Ampt hab ich mit Fleiß versehen,
   Hoff es sey niemand vnrecht g'schehen:
Am G'richt dem Reichen wie dem Armen,
   O GOtt du wöllst dich mein erbarmen.

'Tis time, O Judge, to lay to heart,
That soul and body once must part;
While on my lyre this truth I sing,
Take heed, and to my music spring.

With care I've done my duty long,
And hope that none has suffered wrong;
When rich and poor shall judged be,
O God! have mercy upon me.

Up bailiff, this time, is just the right,
That soul and body, together must fight,
This on my lute I do you sing,
and after this song, you may spring.

My charge with diligence I've done
And did I hope to nobody wrong,
At court, the poor as the rich,
O god! have mercy this I wish.