BE DEVIL
A devil, so raised he was, a devil soul to be.
A devil soul raised was he, the devil so set free.
They saw the devil, in the world, how with evil he did lord over all and did conquer all that was.
They knew as a slave and damned they would be if not like a devil so to be.
So the devil soul was he.
The gold it fitted well his palms when his destruction bred.
Fine was the gabardine and other costly thread.
No rags for him, none, no homely brew, for costly was his bread.
The finest haberdashery would smartly top his head.
Some other fellow… left behind to bleed, to die, brought fair, a crying, damsel to his bed.
Was it any wonder then so many now laid dead?
A devil soul, raised was he a devil so to be.
A devil soul raised he was, the devil so set free.
The devils they did conquer all that was and damned, so would he be, if n not a devil, so to be.
The devil soul was he.
With Gallup and chase he would hunt them all,
Havoc so to spread.
He would laugh and grin when he would do them good.
He cared not truly for their grace or care.
He cared not for their need.
He cared not if they grew sore as he stomped upon their head.
He desired only wealth and means, no other cares he fed.
A devil soul, raised was he, a devil so to be.
A devil soul raised he was, the devil so set free.
The devils, yes, they conquered all and they were taking all that was.
So they knew damned would they be if not a devil, so to be.
The devil soul was he.