Robert Southey Quotes on Devil
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From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little, snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.
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How, then, was the Devil dressed? Oh! he was in his Sunday's best; His coat was red, and his breeches were blue, And there was a hole where his tail came through.
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At this good news, so great The Devil's pleasure grew, That, with a joyful swish, he rent The hole where his tail came through.