Now the DEV’L had set his net so well
To catch the PIOUS GUDGEON,
That into the MESH he promptly fell,
Flound’ring in doleful DUDGEON.
And then the DEVIL relax’d his claw,
And left him melancholy,
Within the clutches of Mister Law,
To trounce him for his folly.
Off flew the DEV’L to hell to prepare
His FRYING-PAN and DRIPPING,
To fry the FLAT when he got him there,
Whom he had just caught tripping.
And now good people with one accord,
Who us’d to hear him praying,
Go get a new priest, and ask the Lord
To keep the knave from straying.
FINIS.
Kaygill, Printer, 36, Frith-Street, Soho.