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At length Jack found his schemes they were
all drawing to an end Sir;
Because this Knight resolved was
his cupboard to defend, Sir
Eight times a night from his warm bed,
Sir Chelsea down the stair came,
Quoth Jack for this I’ll play a trick,
and thus he plan’d his rare game.
He bought some cloth and made a dress,
look’d like Belzebub of old Sir,
Long tail, large horns, and furious eyes,
most dreadful to behold. Sir,
Arm’d with a whip, in kitchen stood,
at night Sir Charles came down.
Who when he saw this spectre grim,
upright stood the hair on his crown.
The Knight had only on his shirt,
so Jack lash’d him with great fury;
In vain he loud for mercy begg’d,
but Jack was judge and jury;
At length his cries the servants heard,
came down into the place Sir,
Befoul’d upon the ground he lay,
all in a woeful case, Sir.
They clean’d and brought him out of fits,
up stairs did convey him straight,
He vow'd the devil had done this trick,
and was sure for him did there wait.
May this a warning be to such Knights,
wno bolt and bar the small beer;
For had not Sir Charles been so mean,
he Belzebub bad need not fear.
FINIS.
