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Who soon provided Jack with one,
to ope the cellar door Sir;
Also the cupboard 'twould unlock,
then might he get his fill Sir,
So to get himself in flesh again,
his grinders ne'er stood still Sir.
Great devastation he did make,
his teeth were never quiet;
The small beer it escap'd his rage,
because the strong stood by it,
The Knight began to storm and swear,
to find his cupboard plunder'd,
But how the devil it was done,
this Chelsea Knight much wonder'd.
At length Jack found his schemes they were
all drawing to an end, Sir;
Because this Knight resolved was
his cupboard to defend, Sir;
Eight times a night from his warm bed,
Sir Chealsea down the stair came,
Quoth Jack for this. I'll play a trick,
and thus he plan'd his rare game.
He bought some cloth and made a dress,
look'd like Belzebub of old, Sir,
Long tail, large horns, and furious eyes,
most dreadful to observe, Sir;
Arm'a with a whip, in kitchen stood,
at night Sir Charles came down,
Who when he saw this spectre grim,
upright stood the hair on his crown.
