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Beelzebub. Here come I, Beelzebub, And on my shoulder I carry my club, And in my hand an old dripping pan, And I prove myself a jolly old man. And if you don't believe me and give in to what I say, Enter in Bighead and he'll show you play.

Bighead. Here come I that didn't come yet, With my big head and my little wit ; My head is big and my wit is small, I'll do my endeavour to please you all. And if you don't believe me and give in to what I say, Enter in Dilly Doubt and he'll show you play.

Dilly Doubt. Here come I, Dilly Doubt, With the tail of my shirt protruding out. Money I want and money I crave. But if you refuse, prepare for the grave. And if you don't believe me and give in to what I say. Enter in Johnnie Funny and he'll show you play.

Johnnie Funny. Here come I, Johnnie Funny, And in my hands I take the money ; The cellar is locked and we can't get in. And we feel rather thirsty, so sing, boys, sing.

Bryan Jones.

Notes on Folk-lore.

Beesands, S. Devon. — Colour of Piskies. In 1910 I said to a fisherman's daughter, who had been telling me about the piskies, " What colour are piskies ? " " Why, they'm like you, in that green dress ! " She said a green dress was an object of much criticism in the village. I was told that " if you wear green, you will soon after wear mourning."