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Says the collier, what was you in the world above ?
I was an Exciseman, and few did me love;
Indeed, Mr. Devil, the truth I will tell,
Since I have got here, I will be what you will.
Since you're an Exciseman, here you must remain,
You will never get out of this dark cell again;
The gates they are fast, and bind you secure,
All this you must suffer for robbing the poor.
Indeed, Mr, Devil, if you'll pity me,
No more will I rob the poor you shall see;
If you will look over as you've done before,
I never will rob the poor any more.
Come, give me your money which now I demand,
Before you can get to the Christian land;
O yes, Mr. Devil, the Exciseman did say,
I wish to get back for to see light of day.
