The Devil in likeness o’ a Dwarf
Kept watch there night and day.
Belted Will pursued him hard,
Amid the flame and stour,
For he cut the skirt from the Baron’s cloak,
As he whisked through the door.
“Save me, now, thou gruesome Elf,
And my soul and body’s thine!”
The Dwarf he jabbered hideously,
But never made a sign.