But the ill-tempered devil said “Nay, sir, nay;”
So he put on his breeches and scampered away.
And here might I tell how they rode on the wind,
The Baron before, and the devil behind;
How they rattled along, without food or pelf,
On the high road to Hell, for I saw them myself.
How they flew through the clouds like an air baloon.
And quickly arrived at the hills of the moon.
How the goddess herself was too late to meet them,
But sent a committee of moon-calves to greet them;