THE FIRST PACKS 



And says while the latter complacently bears 

 His glance, " Kick that insolent rascal down- 

 stairs." 



Nick cries, " My good friends, you had better be 



civil, 

 Tis not pleasant believe me to deal with the devil; 

 I'm that much-abused person, so do keep aloof 

 And, lest you should doubt me, pray look at my 



hoof." 

 Then lifting his leg with an air most polite 

 He places the cloven hoof full in their sight 

 When at once with a roar 

 They all rush to the door. 

 And stumbling o'er wine cooper, sleepers and 



chairs 

 Never stop till they've got to the foot of the stairs. 



The parson is sent for, he comes, 'tis no go, 

 Nick plainly defies him to send him below. 

 Asks " How is your mother," and treats him indeed 

 With impertinence nothing on earth could exceed. 

 Father Malachy sure that for Nick he's a match. 

 Doesn't ask better sport than to come to the 

 scratch. 



Then th' exorcism begins 



But old Nick only grins 

 And asks him to read out the table of sins, 



" For between you and me 



Holy Father," says he, 

 " That's light and agreeable reading, you see." 

 D2 35 



