I rolled together topsy versy.
And as I ran I heard 'em call,
'Now damn to hell, what's gone with Saul?'
Out into street I ran uproarious
The devil dancing in me glorious.
And as I ran I yell and shriek
'Come on, now, turn the other cheek.'
Across the way by almshouse pump
I see old puffing parson stump.
Old parson, red-eyed as a ferret