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Said he-'My brains you make me rack,
For spirits should their bodies lack.
You're here in flesh, your sins to purge,
So first we will your body scourge'.
They tied me down and beat me well,
('Tis true to say, it hurt like Hell)
Yet I minded not, for I'd just seen
A pretty nymph-'twas Satan's Queen!
She caught my eye and smiled at me;
I thought-'How happy we could be.
I think tonight, late after sup,
I'll go to her and chat her up!'
When Lucifer had gone to bed.
By furnace light we twain were wed,
For I believe in working fast,
Though the gamble be my last.
On waking, Satan wasn't pleased.
My throat he grasped and this he squeezed,
'No one invited you here to come,
What right had you-you no-good bum!
You're not a spirit, just bone and skin,
Lord knows why I let you in!
I think that back to earth you'll go,
You're far too bad for us below.'
On my way there I'd suffered much
But going back, the tide was such,
That 'twas not blood, but flesh I lost,
As through those slimy drains I tossed.
My skin it peeled, my flesh dissolved,
But not to drown, I was resolved;
At last-I found myself afloat,
Upon the waters of the moat. |
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