Volume 5 — A Song. Set by Mr. Akeroyd.
Reading edition
[Listen]
THE Devil he pull’d of his Jacket of Flame, The Fryer he pull’d off his Cowle; The Devil took him for a Dunce of the Game, And the Fryer took him for a Fool: He piqu’d, and repiqu’d so oft, that at last, He swore by the Jolly fat Nuns; If Cards came no better than those that are past, Oh! oh! I shall lose all my Buns.