For when the old Nick comes and fetches

Away the dirty set of wretches,

Times will improve, because, the fact is,

’Twill lessen poor rates, worst of taxes.

Say that those wights of skill surprising

In science of economizing,

Who cook up most delicious farings,

From cheese rinds, and potato parings,

Will thank us when this paltry band

Are “kill’d off,” to manure the land;