%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The DEVIL's OAK: / OR, / His Ramble in a Tempestuous Night, / Where he happen'd to Discourse with Men of several Callings of his own Colour / and Complexion. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1683-1683 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 02/29/2012 31758

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R218188 ANd the Devil he was weather-beat, / and forc'd to take a tree; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 75 The DEVIL's OAK: / OR, / His Ramble in a Tempestuous Night, / Where he happen'd to Discourse with Men of several Callings of his own Colour / and Complexion. The DEVIL's OAK: OR, His Ramble in a Tempestuous Night, Where he happen'd to Discourse with Men of several Callings of his own Colour and Complexion. The DEVIL's OAK: OR, His Ramble in a Tempestuous Night, Where he happened to Discourse with Men of several Callings of his own Color and Complexion. 1683-1683 C. Bates

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ANd the Devil he was weather-beat, and forcd to take a tree; Because that the Tempest it was so great, his way he could not see: But under an Oak, instead of a cloak, he stood to keep himself dry, And as he stood, a Fryer in his hood by chance came passing by: And the Devil he made the Fryer afraid, with that he crost his breast; Then up the Devil star[t]ed, the Fryer was faint-hearted, you may wink and choose the Best: For I am the Fryer and thou art the Lyar, therefore thou art my Father; I am a Doctor of Evil, and thou art the Devil, the Worser I hold thee rather. A Collier and his cart came by, which coals he did use to carry,
And so soon as the Devil he did him espy, he causd him a while to tarry, For why I do think, that with thee I must drink, and he calld for a glass of claret; Now I find by thy smell, t[h]at thou camest from Hell, and I fear thou hast stole my chariot. Then the next that came by [w]as a Chimny-sweeper, with poles, his brooms and shackles, What meast, thou Man, the Devil, he said, that thou usest all those tackles? I prithee, gentle Blade, tell me thy trade, thy face it is so besmeared, Hadst thou been so black, and no tools at thy back, thoudst have made me sore afraid. Sir, a Chimny-sweeper, I do profess, although my trades but mean, It is for to sweep all dirty holes, and to keep foul chimnys clean:
Then go thou to Hell, where the Devil he doth dwell, and he will give thee a piece; God-a-mercy, old Dog, when I sheer my hog, then thou shalt have the fleece. The next that came by was a Tawny moor, and the Devil did him see, And he fleered on his tawny skin, crying, Friend, art thou any kin to me; For sure your skin doth resemble our kin, therefore let us walk together, And tell me how you do allow of this tempestuous weather. Then the next that came by was a Gun-powder-man, which coals and brimstone sifted, That in three quarters of a year, himself had hardly shifted: Then up the Devil rose, and snuffed his nose, he could indure it no longer, Cryd, Away with this fume, tis not fit for the room[,] it will neither quench thirst, no, nor hunger. I prithee, gentle Blade, tell me thy trade, as thou hast so strong a smell? It it is for to make gun-powder, he said, for to blow the Devil out of Hell; And if I had him here[,] his joynts would I tear, he should neither scratch, no, nor bite; I would plague the Devil for all his evil, and make him leave walking by night. Then a Tinker worse than all the rest, although that he was not so black, By chance as he came passing by, with his budget on his back, He cryd, Yonder is the Devils Tree, let us see who durst go thither, For it will sustain, from the wind and the rain, or any tempestuous weather. That shall be tryd, the Devil then he cryd, then up the Devil he did start; Then the Tinker threw his staff about, and he made the Devil for to smart; There against a gate, he did brake his pate, and both his horns he broke: And ever since that time, I will make up my rhyme, it was called, The Devils Oak.
London: Printed for C. Bates, at the Sun and Bible in Pye-corner.