Like me you wear black,
My dear John, on your back,
Then, hasten, dear John, to come down;
Guilt’s ne’er look’d on so well,
My dear Johnny, in h—,
As when clad in a minister’s gown.
We are hypocrites both,
To deceive nothing loth,
In short we’re just form’d for each other;
Then come Johnny, do,
Or I must come for you,—
Oh, come to Old Nick, your dear brother.
You shall be treated well,
Dearest Johnny, in h—,
You on sulphur and brimstone shall feast;
We’ll with fires keep you warm,
And do all things to charm;
As befits so illustrious a guest.
In h—, John, you’ll meet
Many friends from Vere-Street,
Which quite cosey and handy will be;
For their chaplain in h—
You may be, John, as well
As on earth you us’d one time, be.
True, John, scripture you quote,
Like a parrot, by rote,
So too many other men do;
And then ’tis well known
Almost to every one,
I, the devil, can quote scripture too.
Thy locks all so lank,
And thy chops all so blank,
And thy hoarse nasal twangings to boot;
Finely humm’d all the folks;
But adieu to such jokes,
For, like me, you’ve now shewn cloven foot.
THE END.
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