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The women at these matters frown,
and they conclude with speed,
To beat the devil out of town,
that did this mischief breed,
With shovels spades, staves and stones,
they beat poor Taffy so,
That they had almost broke his bones,
which cruelty doth shew,
Upon his hands and feet he creeps,
to shew that he was lam'd,
And then he sits him down and weeps,
his courage now is tam'd.
Unto the church at last goes he,
to hide him out of sight,
So then he thought he should be free,
from all their hate and spite.
Within a pew he closely lay,
all night until the morrow,
Until the saxton came they say,
which did increase his sorrow,
Taffy peep'd out with his black snout,
which made him sore afraid;
He like a mad man run about,
and call'd aloud for aid.
Two hundred armed men they brought,
the church encompassed round,
And for the devil there they sought,
and him at length they found.
Art thou the devil, quoth they, that dost
scare all our children so?
and they conclude with speed,
To beat the devil out of town,
that did this mischief breed,
With shovels spades, staves and stones,
they beat poor Taffy so,
That they had almost broke his bones,
which cruelty doth shew,
Upon his hands and feet he creeps,
to shew that he was lam'd,
And then he sits him down and weeps,
his courage now is tam'd.
Unto the church at last goes he,
to hide him out of sight,
So then he thought he should be free,
from all their hate and spite.
Within a pew he closely lay,
all night until the morrow,
Until the saxton came they say,
which did increase his sorrow,
Taffy peep'd out with his black snout,
which made him sore afraid;
He like a mad man run about,
and call'd aloud for aid.
Two hundred armed men they brought,
the church encompassed round,
And for the devil there they sought,
and him at length they found.
Art thou the devil, quoth they, that dost
scare all our children so?
