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I heard tale of a man
Some say none such man exists
I believe he doth live on
He walked in the furnace’s midst
This man was a fine sort
Noble, abounding in integrity
Challenged the devil to a game of sport
With a fine continence, strong and sturdy
He went up against the devil
Was chased by the hounds of hell
He gifted the old cog a shovel
And said you better dig your grave as well
The devil showed him the pit
The devil threatened and teased
The man cocked his head and jumped in
The devil’s joy was released
The man jumped into the vat
The vat gurgled and sputtered
The man back up it spat
A word the devil didn’t utter
The man looked over the pit
Hell’s fire raged below him
On it he gave a mighty spit
The devil’s eyes grew dim
You might say such a man doth not exist
Such a story is hard to grasp
But I declare I’m the daughter of him
Who looked hell in the face and laughed