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I know that young folks like to hear a new ſong, Of ſomething that’s funny, and not very long, It is of an Exciſeman the truth I will tell, Who thought that one night he was going to h—ll, Fal de lal, &c.

One night he went out to look for his prey, He met with ſome ſmugglers, as I hear them ſay, In taſting the liquors they were going to ſell. The Exciſeman got drunk, the truth I will tell.

He got ſo intoxicated he fell to the ground, And like a fat ſow was forc’d to lie down. Juſt nigh to a coal pit the Exciſeman did lie, When four or five Colliers by chance did come by.

They ſhoulder’d him up and hois’d him away, Like a Pedlar’s pack, without any delay; Into the bucket they handed him down, This jolly Exciſeman they got underground.

The Exciſeman awaken’d with terrible fear! Up ſtarted a Collier, ſays, What brought you here? Indeed Mr. Devil I don’t very well know, But I think I am come to the regions below.