To pawn his soul the sinner goes
More than half-way to meet him,
Yet when Mephisto would foreclose
He does his best to cheat him.
In Church to-day we sound his Knell,
To-morrow at a revel
We fall to raising him—and—well,
We treat him like the Devil.
So let us toast our Foe of Foes,
Long may we live to rout him.