A Strange Banquet;
OR,
The Devils Entertainment by Cook Laurel, at the
Peak in Devonshire; with a true Relation of the several Dishes.
Tune is, Cook Laurel.
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Cook Laurel would have the Devil his guest
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And bid him home to Peak to Dinner,
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Where Fiend had never such a feast
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Prepared at the charge of a Sinner.
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with a hey down, down an a down.
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His stomach was quesie, he came thither coacht
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The joggings had caused his cruets to rise,
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To help which, he call'd for a Puritan poacht
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That used to turn up the white of his eyes.
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with a hey, etc.
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And so he recovered unto his wish,
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He sat him down and began to eat:
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A Promooter in plum broth was the first dish
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His own Privy-Kitchen had no such meat.
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with a hey, etc.
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Yet though with this he was much taken,
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Upon a sudden he shifted his Trencher,
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As soon as he spied the Bawd and Bacon,
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By that it is plain the Devil's a wencher.
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with a hey, etc.
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Six pickled Taylors sliced and cut,
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With semsters & tire-women fit for his pallet
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With Feathermen and Perfumers put
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Some 12 in a charger to make a grand sallet.
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with a hey, etc.
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A rich fat Usurer stew'd in his marrow,
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With him a Lawyers head and green sawce;
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All which his belly took like a barrel,
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As though till then he had never seen sawce.
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with a hey, etc.
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Then carbonado'd and cookt with pains,
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Was brought up a Cloven Serjeants face,
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The sawce was made of a Yeomans brains
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That had been beaten out with his Mace.
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with a hey, etc.
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2 roasted Sherrifs came whole to the board,
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The feast had nothing been without 'em,
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Both living and dead were foxed and fur'd,
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& their chains like sassages hung about 'em
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with a hey, etc.
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The next dish was the Mayor of the town,
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With a pudding of maintenance put in's belly,
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Like a Goose in her feathers in his gown,
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With a couple of hinch-boys boild to a jelly
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with a hey, etc.
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Next came the over-worn Justice of Peace,
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with Clerks like gizards stuck under each arm
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& warrants like sipits lay in his own grease
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Set over a Chaffing-dish to be kept warm.
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with a hey, etc.
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A London Cuckold came hot from the spit,
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And when the Carver had broken him open,
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The Devil chopt his head off at a bit,
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But the horns had almost like to choak him.
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with a hey, etc.
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A fair large Pasty of a Midwife hot,
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And for cold bak'd meat in this story,
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A reverend painted Lady was brought,
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Long Coffin'd in crust till now she's grown hoary.
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with a hey, etc.
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The loins of a Letcher then was roasted,
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With a plump Harlots head and Garlick,
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With a Panders Peti-toes that had boasted,
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Himself for a Capt. that never was warlick.
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with a hey, etc.
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Then boiled and stuck upon a prick,
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The Gizzard was brought of a holy sister,
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That bit made the Devil almost so sick,
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That the Dr. did think he had need of a glister
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with a hey, etc.
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The Jowl of a Jaylor served for a Fish,
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A Constable sowc'd, pist Vinegar by,
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Two Aldermen-Lobsters laid in a dish,
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A Deputy-Tart, and a Church-warden Pye.
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with a hey, etc.
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All which devoured, then for a close,
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He did for a draught of Derby call;
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He heaved the vessel up to his nose,
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And never left till he had drank up all.
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with a hey, etc.
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Then from the Table he gave a start,
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Where banquet and wine was not to seek,
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All which he blew away with a fart,
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& so 'tis call'd the Devils arse in the Peak.
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with a hey down, down a down down.
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FINIS.
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