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R210849 A Joyful story I will you tell / Of the haltering of the Divel of hell, British Library - Thomason Tracts Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 26: 32 HUGH PETERS last WILL and TESTAMENT: / OR, / The Haltering of the Divell. HUGH PETERS' last WILL and TESTAMENT: OR, The Haltering of the Devil. ?-?

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A Joyful story I will you tell Of the haltering of the Divel of hell, Old Nick, who lurkt this many a year In Calvins Stool and Luthers Chair, At Amsterdam in forty one Did hold a Convocation, And resolved to crosse the brine, And enter a Herd of English Swine: Belzebub that Angel of Light (And Darknesse too) could hit it right; The zealous wives he enters then, And fits them for their bretheren, The lesser Divels he bids them go Into Millenaries, Anabaptists, Quakers too, Divide but the Kingdome, the spoile was his own, For then would he plunder the Church and the Thorne; Rond round round as a Juglers box The Divel walkt his round with the pox; The great boss Bible under his arm For all his mischiefs was the Charm, And the Pulpit he soon descries The fittest place where to play his prise. In Pantaloons and powdred haire There the Mountebank commends his ware; Come buy of my Balsome approved to be An Antedote 'gainst Episcopacie, And here is that most precious thing Frees all my Saints from the thrall of a King, And you of all humane Laws doth free, And from all manner of jeopardie The Germans it cost ten millions or mo, But you shall have't for a thimble or two; Sing this through the nose. Thus he set up in the Preachers stall, But soon 'larg'd his shop into Goldsmiths Hall, If he cou'd but sheere the brethren there, He knew where to pick the Cavaleere, And there his voteries in did bring Their thimbles, and bodkins, their plate and their rings, And the sooner to bring their good Cause to an end, No brother but his wife for a Hackny would lend; Thus by the sisters a bank was made (For the Divel and's wench) had a thriving trade) The guelding Earl then doth he bestride, For now he's resolv'd to get up and ride, But nobody living was able to discern Essex from the Divel, so Iike was their horn, Thus jealous ambition soon did send His Favourite unto a merciful end. Thomas next at his service was, (For the Divel nere wanted a Mule nor an Ass) With William and Arthur a coursing he went, And his Lurcher Noll still follow'd the scent, The Royal STAG they run so hard That He was forc't to leave the Herd And singled him unto London town Where the Divel and's Band dogs tore him down: Hogon Mogon Divel now To whom all the world doth hail and bow! His house of Commons next he bestrides Where like George on horse-back he rides!
Through Church and Crown he now makes speed (Though he need not have spur'd so forward a Steed) And still all our Coin runs away by stealth As the Divel had been in Common-wealth. But here the Common-wealth had a rub For they would be greater then Belzebub! But that the Divel never could like, And bids Beedle Noll to give them a kick; Presto begon, away then they went, And left behind them a damnable scent; Thus Belsebub in discontent Parted with his Fundament: Now he's advanced from the Peake To the Pallace of an ample beake, Whose roof of Copper shineth so It excells Saint Peters Cupello, And he likes his habitation well For 'twas no one mantion but all hell, And of furniture there was such store The Deele nere met with the like before: Noll and the Deele cop'd many a year, Till the date of's Indenture now grew near; Sick sick sick and the pains of hel Upon old Noll as a Mortal fel Though his Augurers told him he nere should dye, Yet there his Prophet Goodwin did lye; The dearest friends they say must part So did Noll and the Divel with a heavy heart: Then silly Dick laid claim to the Throne, But's Nuncles said 'twas theirs by adoption; And now the Divel was put to his trump And once more resolves to set up with the Rump, But there the Varlet did stink so sore England resolv'd to endure't no more, And so th'infernal Merchant broke, Hel never before receiv'd such a stroke. Hews and Cryes runs up and down, In every Burrough, City and Town; The Trayterous murderers is descried And now he knows not where to hide, Under the Lawyers gown he stole, But thence he was fetcht out by the pole, And now not knowing where to be In Hugh Peters he took sanctuarie: But there's no fence against a flaile Hugh Peters could not be his Baile, For all his thefts and Regicide In Hugh Peters he must be tride, And is condemned to the Gallow Tree Where he paid the Hangman his fee, That's Executor in trust should be content To fulfil his Will and Testament: Unto his Sisters he gave his Bable Which stood in their service as long as 'twas able, And unto the Kirk his brains and eyes, And unto the Queen of Morocco his thighs; And this was Peters and *Harrisons plight (But the Mayor brok's word last tuesday night) And so the Divel parted withs train Who a thousand years hence means to see you again.
FINIS, *Harrison promised his people that he should rise again the third day; and his maid clensed the house with much curi- osity, expecting him the Tuesday, the day after his Execution.