As the Devil was walking our Britain’s fair Isle,
George Spy’d in his face a particular smile,
And said, My old friend, if you’ve Leizure to Tarry
Let’s have an Account of what makes you so merry.
Derry down, &c.

Old Belzebub turned at a voice he well knew,
And Stoping cry’d oh! Brother George is it you,
Were my business of consequence ever So great,
I always find time on my friends for to wait.
Derry down, &c.

This morning at seven I set out from Rome,
Most fully intending e’er this to have been home;
Pray stay Sir, says George, & took hold of his hand,
You know St. James’s is at your Command.
Derry down, &c.

Pray what says old James, our great monarch begun,
And what does he think of his brave gallant Son;
Why when first I beheld him, old Satan reply’d,
He seemed to have very great hopes of his Side.
Derry down, &c.

But soon from the North there arrived an Express,
With papers that gave me great joy I confess,
Defeated was Charles & his forces all gone,
I thought on my Soul I should leap o’er the moon.
Derry down, &c.

Of Great Charles’s descendants I am only afraid,
Against my Dominions their projects are laid,
Leave a Stuart to govern Old England again,
Religion and Honesty then too might reign.
Derry down, &c.

I often trip over to France and to Spain,
To visit my Princes and see how they reign,
But of all my good Servants North, East, South & West,
I speak it sincerely George thou art the best.
Derry down, &c.

George pleased with the Compliment, smiled like a fool
And bowing said Sir I hope you don’t flatter your Tool,
Tho’ the trouble I give you is not much I must own,
For as to religion you know I have none.
Derry down, &c.

Then as to my Offspring there’s Freddy my Son,
Whom you wish & I wish may come to the throne,
For by all men of Wisdom & Sense ’tis allowed,
If he does there no harm, he will do there no good.
Derry down, &c.

Then there’s Billy my Darling and Bloody thirsty Boy,
He’ll ravish, and plunder, burn, kill & destroy,
I need say no more for you know very well;
That Murder’s a virtue in which he excells.
Derry down, &c.

They shook hands at parting and both bid adieu,
Old Belzebub muttered these words as he flew,
May Thee & thy race for ever reign on,
For the Devil can’t find such a race when you’ve gone.
Derry down, &c.