HUGH Peter's last WILL and TESTAMENT: OR, The Haltering of the devil.  
To the tune of, the gelding of the devil.  

A Joyful story I will you tell  
Of the haltering of the devil of hell,  
Old Nick, who lurked this many a year  
In Calvin's Stool and Luther's Chair,  
At Amsterdam in forty one  
Did hold a Convocation,  
And resolved to cross the brine,  
And enter a Herd of English Swine:   

Belzebub that Angel of Light  
(And darkness too) could hit it right;  
The zealous wives he enters then,  
And fits them for their brethren,  
The lesser devils he bids them go  
Into Millenaries, Anabaptists, Quakers too,  
Divide but the kingdom, the spoil was his own,  
For then would he plunder the Church and the thorn;   

Rond round round as a juggler's box  
The devil walked his round with the pox;  
The great boss Bible under his arm  
For all his mischiefs was the Charm,  
And the Pulpit he soon deseries  
The fittest place where to play his prize.  
In pantaloons and powdered hair  
There the Mountebank commends his ware;   

Come buy of my balsam approved to be  
An Antedote 'gainst episcopacy. 
Sing this through the nose.   
And here is that most precious thing  
Frees all my Saints from the thrall of a King,  
And you of all human Laws doth free,  
And from all manner of jeopardy▪  
The Germans it cost ten millions or more,  
But you shall have't for a thimble or two▪   

Thus he set up in the Preachers stall,  
But soon' Larged his shop into goldsmith's Hall,  
If he could but shear the brethren there,  
He knew where to pick the cavalier,  
And there his votaries in did bring  
Their thimbles, and bodkins, their plate and their rings,  
And the sooner to bring their good Cause to an end,  
No brother but his wife for a Hackny would lend;   

Thus by the sisters a bank was made  
(For t●e devil and's wench) had a thriving trade)  
The gelding Earl then doth he bestride,  
For now he's resolved to get up and ride,  
But ●o body living was able to discern  
Ess●x from the devil, so like was their horn,  
Thus jealous ambition soon did send  
His Favourite unto a merciful end.   

Thomas next at his service was,  
(For the devil ne'er wanted a Mule nor an Ass)  
With William and Arthur a coursing he went,  
And his Lurcher Noll still followed the scent,  
The Royal STAG they run so hard  
That He was forced to leave the Herd  
And singled him unto London town  
Where the devil and's Band dogs tore him down:   

Hogon Mogon devil now  
To whom all the world doth hail and bow!  
His house of Commons next he bestrides  
Where like George on horseback he rides?  
Through Church and Crown he now makes speed  
(Though he need not have spured so forward a Steed)  
And still all our Coin runs away by stealth  
As the devil had been in commonwealth.   

But here the commonwealth had a rub  
For they would be greater than Belze bub▪  
But that the devil never could like,  
And bids Beedle Noll to give them a kick;  
Presto begone, away than they went,  
And left behind them a damnable scent;  
Thus Belsebub in discontent  
Parted with his Fundament:   

Now he's advanced from the Peake  
To the palace of an ample beak,  
Whose roof of Copper shineth so  
It excels Saint Peter's Cupello,  
And he likes his habitation well  
For 'twas no one mansion but all hell,  
And of furniture there was such store  
The devil ne'er met with the like before:   

Noll and the devil coped many a year,  
Till the date of's Indenture now grew near;  
Sick sick sick and the pains of hell  
Upon old Noll as a Mortal fell  
Though his Augurers told him he ne'er should die,  
Yet there his Prophet Goodwin did lie;  
The dearest friends they say must part  
So did Noll and the devil with a heavy heart:   

Then silly Dick laid claim to the Throne,  
But's Nuncles said 'twas theirs by adoption;  
And now the devil was put to his trump  
And once more resolves to set up with the Rump,  
But there the Varlet did stink so sore  
England resolved to endure't no more,  
And so th'infernal Merchant broke,  
Hell never before received such a stroke.   

Hues and cries runs up and down,  
In every burrow, City and Town;  
The traitorous murderers is descried  
And now he knows not where to hide,  
Under the lawyer's gown he stole,  
But thence he was fetched out by the pole,  
And now not knowing where to be  
In Hugh peter's he took sanctuary:   

But there's no fence against a flail  
Hugh peter's could not be his bail,  
For all his thefts and Regicide  
In Hugh peter's he must be tried,  
And is condemned to the Gallow Tree  
Where he paid the Hangman his fee,  
That's Executor in trust should be content  
To fulfil his Will and Testament:   

Unto his Sisters he gave his babble  
Which stood in their service as long as 'twas able,  
And unto the Kirk his brains and eyes,  
And unto the Queen of Morocco his thighs;  
And this was Peter's and 
* Harrison promised his people that he should rise again the third day; and his maid cleansed the house with much curiosity, expecting him the Tuesday, the day after his Execution.  Harrisons plight  
(But the Mayor broke, s word last tuesday night)  
And so the devil parted with'hs train  
Who a thousand years hence means to see you again.   
FINIS,