A Ballad of the Gelding of the Devil.
NOw listen a while and I will you tell
Of the Gelding of the Devil of Hell;
And Dick the Baker of Mansfield Town,
To Manchester market he was bound,
And under a Grove of Willows clear,
This Baker rid on with a merty chear:
Beneath the Willows there was a Hill,
And there he met the Devil of Hell.
Baker, quoth the Devil, tell me that,
How came thy Horse so fair and fat?
In troth, quoth the Baker, and by my fay,
Because his stones were cut away.
For he that will have a Gelding free,
Both fair and lusty he must be:
Oh! quoth the Devil, and saist thou so,
Thou shalt geld me before thou do'st go.
Go tie thy Horse unto a tree,
And with thy knife come and geld me.
The Baker had a knife of Iron and Steel,
With which he gelded the Devil of Hell.
It was sharp pointed For the nonce
Fit for to cut any manner of ston••s.:
The Baker being lighted from his Horse,
Cut the Devils stones from his Arse.