The Drunken Exciseman (1)/The Drunken Exciseman
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THE DRUNKEN EXCISEMAN.
I KNOW that young folks like to hear a new song,Of something that's funny and not very long,It is of an Exciseman the truth I will tell,Who thought that one night he was going to hell. Fal de lal, &c
One night he went out to look for his prey;He did meet with some smugglers, as I heard them say,In tasting the liquors they were going to sell,The Exciseman got drunk, the truth I will tell.
He got so intoxicated he fell to the ground,And like a fat sow was forced to lie down,Just nigh to a coal pit the Exciseman did lie,When four or five colliers by chance did come by.
They shouldered him up and hoised him away,Like a pedlar's pack, without any delay;Into the bucket they landed him down,This jolly Exciseman they got under ground.
The Exciseman awakened with terrible fear,Upstarted a collier, says what brought you hear,Indeed Mr Devil, I don't very well know,But I think I am come to the regions below.
Says the collier, what was you in the world above,I was an Exciseman and few did me love;Indeed Mr. Devil the truth I will tell,Since I've got here, I'll be what you will.
Since you're an Exciseman, here you must remain,You will never get out of this dark cell again;The gates they are fast, and bind you secure.All this you must suffer for robbing the poor.
Indeed Mr. Devil if you'll pity me,No more will I rob the poor, you shall see;If you will look over, as you've done before,I never will rob the poor any more.
Come give me your money, which now I demand,Before you can get to the christian land,O yes, Mr. Devil, the Exciseman did say,I wish to get back, for to see light of day.