ST. DUNSTAN AND THE DEVIL.
N days of yore, when saints were plenty
(For each one now, you'd then find twenty,)
In Glaston's fruitful vale
Saint Dunstan had his dwelling snug
Warm as that inmate of a rug
Named in no polished tale
N days of yore, when saints were plenty
(For each one now, you'd then find twenty,)
In Glaston's fruitful vale
Saint Dunstan had his dwelling snug
Warm as that inmate of a rug
Named in no polished tale