You know that _Old Nick_ Still is sure those to _trick_, Who think they _as deep are as he_; And _he_, still, John, it proves, _Chaseneth_ those he best loves, And _he loves none so dearly as thee_. Besides, John, I thought If I let you be caught _In your tricks here on earth_, ’twould be well; For ’twould serve for a taste Of the joys you must haste To enjoy with me, Johnny, in h—. And then, John, your _preaching_, And _spiritual teaching_, Had almost grown _too great a joke_; To those who knew you, And they were not a few, Who still laugh’d as on gospel you spoke. True, you still rail’d at me, John, _sans ceremonie_, And no one thought me your sworn brother; Like rouges in-grain true, Who their tricks to pursue, Still behind their backs backbite each other. _Like me you wear black_, My dear John, on your back, Then, hasten, dear John, to come down; Guilt’s ne’er look’d on so well, My dear Johnny, in h—, As when _clad in a minister’s gown_. _We are hypocrites both_, To deceive nothing loth, In short we’re just form’d for each other; Then _come Johnny_, _do_, _Or I must come for you_,— Oh, come to Old Nick, your dear brother. You shall be treated well, Dearest Johnny, in h—, You on _sulphur and brimstone_ shall feast; We’ll with _fires keep you warm_, And do all things to charm; As befits so illustrious a guest. In h—, John, you’ll meet Many friends from _Vere-Street_, Which quite cosey and handy will be; For their _chaplain_ in h— You may be, John, as well As on earth you us’d one time, be. True, John, scripture you quote, Like a parrot, by rote, So too many other men do; And then ’tis well known Almost to every one, I, the devil, can quote scripture too. Thy locks all so lank, And thy chops all so blank, And thy hoarse nasal twangings to boot; Finely humm’d all the folks; But adieu to such jokes, For, like me, you’ve now shewn _cloven foot_. THE END. * * * * * ADVERTISEMENT. _Irish Gallantry_! EIGHT EDITION, WITH ADDITIONAL TIT-BITS!!!