How then was the Devil drest!
He was in his Sunday’s best;
His coat was red, and his breeches were blue,
With a hole behind where his tail came thro’.
Over the hill, and over the dale,
And he went over the plain:
And backward and forward he switch’d his tail,
As a gentleman switches his cane.Coleridge.
XI. Taffy with the Pigtail,
Song,
Song of the South,
School Recollections,
Elegiac Stanzas,
Dirge,
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,
An old man dwells, a little man;
I’ve heard he once was tall.
A long blue livery-coat has he,
That’s fair behind and fair before;
Yet, meet him where you will, you see
At once that he is poor.Wordsworth.
XII. Volunteering,