A Strange BANQUE
OR, THE
Devil's Entertainment by Cook Laurel,
AT
The PEAK in DERBY-SHIRE;
WITH
An Account of the several DISHES served to TABLE.
To the Tune of; Cook Laurel, etc.
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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 never had such a feast,
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prepared at the charge of a Sinner;
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With a hey down, down, a down, down.
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His stomach was quesie, he came thither coach'd,
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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 poach'd,
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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 blumb-broth was the first dish,
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his own privy-kitchin had no such meat;
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With a hey, etc.
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Yet though with this he much was 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 which you may know 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 and Tire-women, fit for his pallet,
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With Feathermen and Perfumers, put
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some twelve in a charger, to make a grand-salet;
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With a hey, etc.
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A rich fat Userer stew'd in his marrow,
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with him a Lawyer's head and green sawce,
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All which his belly took in 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 cook'd with pains,
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was brought up a Seajeant's cloven face,
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The sawce was made of a 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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Two roasted Sheriffs came whole to the board,
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the feast had nothing been without them,
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Both living and dead were foxed and fur'd,
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and their chains like sassages hung about them;
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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 his belly,
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Like a goose in her feathers, in his gown,
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with a couple of Hinch-boys boyl'd to a jelly;
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With a hey, etc.
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Next came the overworn Justice of Peace,
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with Clerks like gizzards stuck under each arm,
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And warrants like sippets 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 hit,
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but the horns had almost like to choak'd 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 col'd 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 hory;
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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 plumb Harlot's head and garlick,
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With a Pander's petitoes that had boasted
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himself for a Captain that never was warlique;
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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 Doctor did think he had need of a glister;
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With a hey, etc.
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The jowel of a Time-server for a fish,
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a Constable sowced, pissed vinegar by,
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Two Aldermen-lobsters laid it 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 whine was not to seek,
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All which he blew away with a fart,
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from whence it's call'd, The Devil's Arse in the Peak;
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With a hey down, down, a down, down.
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