Page:Jovial songster.pdf/17



17

He'd scaree 'gane to roam many miles from his home, (His lodgings in Chancery-lane, sir,) When the clouds appear'd big, for they'd taken a swig Of water to turn into rain sir.                   Now, all nature was dreary, Not even a prospect was cheery; At length, 'on a heath, as for life or for death, He arrived, and oh! it was dreary.

Now the rain it fast pour'd, and the thunder loud roar'd,                   As if heav'n and earth were a-parting, That the lawyer he shook, and with fear seemed to look, For he, ev'ry moment, was starting. Here comes the horrible story, Of Lucifer all in his glory, From his mouth, it's no joke, issued fire and smoke, And oh, it's a very true story.

From a skin of a toad, which lay on the road. That quickly was bursting asunder, Rose the demon of hell, with a horrible yell. To the lawyer's terror and wonder, Which made him ride faster and faster, For fear of some dreadful disaster, For his past crimes, so glaring, in his visage were staring So, on he rode faster and faster.

But tho devil in chase, soon finish'd his race, And grappled him fast by the shoulder: And made him, when taken, cry out, O my bacon, Whilst his blood it ran colder and colder.