Take one all round to benefit the pub.
Now for the bottom of the pickle tub.”
THE DEVIL’S POT[[2]]
There’s a place where you see the Atlantic heave
Like water boiling hot;
Where you come with grief and with joy you leave,
And they call it the Devil’s Pot.
Now there was a witch in the good old time,
And she had such power, they say,
Through rocks or stones or sand or lime,