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Once early in the morning Beelzebub arose	B
With care his sweet person adorning	C
He put on his Sunday clothes	D
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He drew on a boot to hide his hoof	E
He drew on a glove to hide his claw	F
His horns were concealed by a Bras Chapeau	G
And the Devil went forth as natty a Beau	H
As Bond street ever saw	F
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He sate him down in London town	I
Before earth's morning ray	J
With a favourite imp he began to chat	K
On religion and scandal this and that	K
Until the dawn of day	J
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And then to St James's Court he went	L
And St Paul's Church he took on his way	J
He was mighty thick with every Saint	M
Though they were formal and he was gay	J
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The Devil was an agriculturist	M
And as bad weeds quickly grow	H
In looking over his farm I wist	M
He wouldn't find cause for woe	H
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He peeped in each hole to each chamber stole	N
His promising live stock to view	O
Grinning applause he just showed them his claws	P
And they shrunk with affright from his ugly sight	M
Whose work they delighted to do	O
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Satan poked his red nose into crannies so small	Q
One would think that the innocents fair	R
Poor lambkins were just doing nothing at all	Q
But settling some dress or arranging some ball	Q
But the Devil saw deeper there	R
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A Priest at whose elbow the Devil during prayer	R
Sate familiarly side by side	M
Declared that if the Tempter were there	R
His presence he would not abide	M
Ah ah thought Old Nick that's a very stale trick	S
For without the Devil O favourite of Evil	T
In your carriage you would not ride	M
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Satan next saw a brainless King	C
Whose house was as hot as his own	U
Many Imps in attendance were there on the wing	C
They flapped the pennon and twisted the sting	C
Close by the very Throne	U
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Ah ah thought Satan the pasture is good	M
My Cattle will here thrive better than others	V
They dine on news of human blood	M
They sup on the groans of the dying and dead	M
And supperless never will go to bed	M
Which will make them fat as their brothers	V
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Fat as the Fiends that feed on blood	M
Fresh and warm from the fields of Spain	W
Where Ruin ploughs her gory way	J
Where the shoots of earth are nipped in the bud	M
Where Hell is the Victor's prey	J
Its glory the meed of the slain	W
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Fat as the Death birds on Erin's shore	X
That glutted themselves in her dearest gore	X
And flitted round Castlereagh	O
When they snatched the Patriot's heart that HIS grasp	G
Had torn from its widow's maniac clasp	G
And fled at the dawn of day	J
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Fat as the Reptiles of the tomb	Y
That riot in corruption's spoil	Z
That fret their little hour in gloom	Y
And creep and live the while	A2
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Fat as that Prince's maudlin brain	W
Which addled by some gilded toy	M
Tired gives his sweetmeat and again	B2
Cries for it like a humoured boy	M
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For he is fat his waistcoat gay	J
When strained upon a levee day	J
Scarce meets across his princely paunch	C2
And pantaloons are like half moons	D2
Upon each brawny haunch	C2
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How vast his stock of calf when plenty	M
Had filled his empty head and heart	M
Enough to satiate foplings twenty	M
Could make his pantaloon seams start	M
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The Devil who sometimes is called Nature	E2
For men of power provides thus well	F2
Whilst every change and every feature	E2
Their great original can tell	F2
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Satan saw a lawyer a viper slay	J
That crawled up the leg of his table	T
It reminded him most marvellously	T
Of the story of Cain and Abel	T
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The wealthy yeoman as he wanders	V
His fertile fields among	G2
And on his thriving cattle ponders	V
Counts his sure gains and hums a song	H2
Thus did the Devil through earth walking	C
Hum low a hellish song	H2
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For they thrive well whose garb of gore	X
Is Satan's choicest livery	M
And they thrive well who from the poor	I2
Have snatched the bread of penury	M
And heap the houseless wanderer's store	X
On the rank pile of luxury	M
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The Bishops thrive though they are big	J2
The Lawyers thrive though they are thin	K2
For every gown and every wig	J2
Hides the safe thrift of Hell within	K2
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Thus pigs were never counted clean	L2
Although they dine on finest corn	M2
And cormorants are sin like lean	L2
Although they eat from night to morn	M2
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Oh why is the Father of Hell in such glee	M
As he grins from ear to ear	N2
Why does he doff his clothes joyfully	M
As he skips and prances and flaps his wing	C
As he sidles leers and twirls his sting	C
And dares as he is to appear	O2
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A statesman passed alone to him	P2
The Devil dare his whole shape uncover	E2
To show each feature every limb	P2
Secure of an unchanging lover	E2
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At this known sign a welcome sight	M
The watchful demons sought their King	C
And every Fiend of the Stygian night	M
Was in an instant on the wing	C
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Pale Loyalty his guilt steeled brow	Q2
With wreaths of gory laurel crowned	M
The hell hounds Murder Want and Woe	H
Forever hungering flocked around	M
From Spain had Satan sought their food	M
'Twas human woe and human blood	M
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Hark the earthquake's crash I hear	N2
Kings turn pale and Conquerors start	M
Ruffians tremble in their fear	O2
For their Satan doth depart	M
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This day Fiends give to revelry	M
To celebrate their King's return	R2
And with delight its Sire to see	M
Hell's adamantine limits burn	R2
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But were the Devil's sight as keen	L2
As Reason's penetrating eye	S2
His sulphurous Majesty I ween	L2
Would find but little cause for joy	M
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For the sons of Reason see	M
That ere fate consume the Pole	T
The false Tyrant's cheek shall be	M
Bloodless as his coward soul	T