A Strange Banquet, OR, The Devil's Entertainment  by Cook Laurel at the Peak in Devonshire, with a true Relation of the several dishes. 
The tune is, Cook Laurel.  
 

COok Laurel would have the Devil his guest  
And bid him whom to Peak to dinner,  
Where Fiend had never such a feast  
Prepared at the charge of a sinner.  

With a hey down down a down down.    

His stomach was queasy he came thither coached  
The joggings had caused his cruets to rise,  
To help which he called for a Puritan Poarcht  
That used to turn up the white of his eyes,  

With a hey, etc.    

And so he recovered unto his wish,  
He sat him down and began to eat:  
A Promoter in Plumb-broth was the first dish,  
His own privy Kitchen had no such meat.  

With a hey, etc.    

Yet though with this he much was taken  
Upon a sudden he shifted his trencher,  
Assoon as he spied the Bawd and Bacon,  
By which you may know the Devils a wensher.  

With a hey, etc.    

Six pickled Tailors sliced and cut,  
With Sempsters and tire-women fit for his pallet  
With Feathermen and Perfumers put  
Some twelve in a charger to make a grand salad  

With a hey, etc.    

A rich fat Usurer stewed in his marrow,  
With him a Lawyer's head and green sauce,  
All which his belly took like a barrel  
As though till then he had never seen sauce.  

With a hey, etc.    

Then carbonadoed and cooked with pains  
Was brought up a Cloven Sergeants face,  
The sauce was made of a●●●mans brains  
That had been beaten out with his Mace.  

With a hey, etc.    

Two roasted Sheriffs came whole to the board,  
The feast had nothing been without them,  
Both living and dead were foxed and fur'd  
And their chains like sausages hung about them  

With a hey, etc.    
 
 

THe next dish was the Mayor of the town  
With a pudding of maintenance put in his belly  
Like a Goose in her feathers in his gown,  
With a couple of Hinch-boyes boiled to a jelly.  

With a hey, etc.    

Next came the overworn justice of Peace,  
With Clerks like gizzards stuck under each arm  
And warrants like Sippits lay in his own grease  
●et over a Chaffingdish to be kept warm.  

With a hey, etc.    

London Cuckold came hot from the spit  
And when the Carver had broken him open,  
The Devil chopped his head off at a bit  
But the horns had almost like to choke him.  

With a hey, etc.    

A fair large Pastry of a Midwife hot,  
And for cold baked meat in this story,  
A reverend painted Lady was brought  
Long Coffined in crust till now she's grown hoary  

With a hey, etc.    

The loins of a Lecher then was roasted  
With a plumb Harlot's head and Garlic  
With a Panders Pettitoes that had boasted  
himself for a Captain that never was warlike,  

With a hey, etc.    

Then boiled and stuck upon a prick  
The Gizzard was brought of a holy sister,  
That bitten made the Devil almost so sick  
That the Doctor did think he had need of a glister  

With a hey, etc.    

The jowl of a Tailor served for a Fish,  
A Constable soused pissed Vinegar by  
Two Aldermen Lobsters laid in a dish  
A deputy Tart and a Churchwarden Pye.  

With a hey, etc.    

All which devoured, then for a close  
He did for a draught of Derby call,  
He heaved the vessel up to his nose  
And never left till he had drank up all,  

With a hey, etc.    

Then from the table he gave a start  
Where banquet and wine was not to seek  
All which he blew away with a fart  
From whence it is called the Devil's 〈◊〉  

With a hey, etc.     

Printed for W. Gil 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈…〉