For I am the Fryer, and thou art the Lyar,
therefore thou art my father;
I am a Doctor of Evil, and thou art the Devil,
the worser I hold thee rather.
A Collier and his Cart came by,
which coals he did use to carry.
And as soon as the Devil he did him espy,
he caused him awhile to tarry:
For why, I do think that with thee I must drink,
and he called for a glass of claret;