...tail, As a gentleman switches his cane. And pray how was the Devil drest, Oh! he was in his Sunday best. His coat was red and his breeches were blue, With a hole behind where his tail came through. He saw a lawyer killing a viper, On a dunghill beside his...

...his snug little farm, the world, And see how his stock went on. How then was the Devil drest ? 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. Over the hill, and over the dale, And he went over...

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...tail, As a gentleman switches his cane. And pray how was the devil drest, Oh ! he was in his Sunday best. His coat was red and his breeches were blue, With a hole behind where his tail came through. He saw a lawyer killing a viper, On a dunghill beside his...

...over the plain, And backwards and forwards he switched his long tail, As a gentleman switches his cane And pray how was the Devil drest? Oh he was drest in liis Sunday's best ; His coat was red. and his breeches blue, And a hole behind for his tail to come...

...his snug little farm, the world, And see how his stock went on. How then was the Devil drest ? 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. Over the hill, and over the dale, And he went over...

...snug little farm the world, And see how his stock went on. How, then, was the devil dress'd ? 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. Over the hill and over the dale, And he went o'er...

...forward he swish'd his tail, As a gentleman swishes a cane. How then was the Devil dress'd ? 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. 4. A lady drove by in her pride, In whose face an...

...The lines should be : — And pray how was the Devil drest? Oh ! he was in his Sunday's best, FFi- coat was red and his breeches were blue, With a little hole behind, where his tail came through. Etc., etc. It is said to be a joint composition of Southey and Coleridge, with " The Devil's Thoughts...

...forward he swish'd his tail, As a gentleman swishes a cane. How then was the Devil drest? 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. A lady drove by in her pride, In whose face an expression...