FOLLY SONG

We played for stakes we could not win.

(God bless the Devil!)
The peach was ripe on the tree of sin
And the lawns of Eden lush and level.
We saw the winkin planets spin!
To a !olu"bine world we were #arle$uin.
(God bless the Devil!)
The choir%boys passed in pure array.
(God bless the Devil!)
Would they sin us white as the bouh of &ay'
Whose souls were red with the wine of revel(
)ut a brown "aid throuh the orchard way'
And a white "aid*s feet in the dusk would stray.
(God bless the Devil!)
A priest to fill the spiced bowls.
(God bless the Devil!)
&irth treads her stockins to skin%pink holes+
)ut the wine in the cask will keep its level.
Drink hih! Drink low! Thouh a kiss be coals
To burn a harvest of sin%lad souls,
God bless the Devil!
-h' shrive
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"e clean and let "e o!
(God bless the Devil!)
There*s a /oy unchased in the woods below
Where 0an is pipin all fools to revel.
With sin for a shaft and son for a bow'
1 follow the way that the lad knaves know.
(God bless the Devil!)
David &c2ee Wriht
3.4.W
The Bulletin' ..
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5anuary .6.7
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To hear so"ebody*s confession' or i"pose a penance on a sinner.