Some books are lies frae end to end,
And some great lies were never penn'd:
Ev'n ministers, they hae been kenn'd, known
In holy rapture,
A rousing whid at times to vend, fib
And nail't wi' Scripture.
But this that I am gaun to tell, going
Which lately on a night befell,
Is just as true's the Deil's in hell
Or Dublin city: