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 5                       He pinch'd as much out of the ſame as made a marble bag. His coat was ſpoil’d then being made, it came not to his knee; Jack in a raging paſſion ſaid I’ll be reveng’d on thee. The Knight he having kill’d a goat whoſe ſkin was full as black I do declare as any foot; this project pleaſed Jack. He wrapt it round him like a gown, at twelve o’clock at night, And then he rambled thro’ the town this taylor to affright. He through a window did advance near to the taylor’s bed. And round the room did ſkip & dance, with horns upon his head. He growl’d and grumbled like a bear, and did ſuch anticks play, As made the taylor then to ſtare and tremble where he lay. Seeing the horns hang o’er his head, his body ſhort and thick; The taylor ſaid ſpeak who art thou? quoth Jack thy friend Old Nick. Thou haſt obey’d my orders well, I find in each degree.