The Balls Of Beelzebub
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A farmer in the town of Ayr,
Went out to hold his weekly fair,
 To sell his stock and drink some ale,
But met the devil on the way.
"O farmer, farmer, what means that?
What makes your dapple horse so fat? "
Said he, "The truth to you I'll tell,
When foaled, from him I took his balls."
 "Oh farmer, farmer, tell me how,
Your bulls are docile as the cows,"
Said he, "The truth to you I'll tell,
When calved, I took their balls as well."
"Oh farmer, farmer, why are your rams,
As sweet and gentle as some lambs?
"Said he, "The truth to you I'll tell,
When lambed, I had their balls as well."
 The devil though upon those facts,
On docile bulls and geldings fat,
 Said he, "Would I grow sweet as well,
If my person you would geld?"
"You'd grow lazy, fat and sweet,
If I carved from you your meat,
You'd be gentle like my nag,
With no balls inside your bag."
 "If this be true which you tell to me,
Then lay me down and so geld me,"
 The farmer lighted from his horse,
And set to geld this wicked corpse,
The knife was keen and went in quick,
And took from him both balls and dick.
"Oh farmer, you have gelded me,
But next month you'll gelded be!"
His horse she mounted with a start,
And fled the devil with a fart,
The farmer cried, "O wicked trick,
You'd rob me of my balls and prick!"
Next month the farmer's wife arose
And put on her husband's clothes,
 She set out for the town of Ayr,
There to hold her weekly fair.
To sell her stock and drink some ale,
She met the devil by the way,
"O farmer, farmer, what means that?
What makes your pasty face so fat?"
Says she, "The truth to you I'll tell,
I cut the balls from my own self,"
"If that be true which you tell me,
Hold up your ass that I may see."
She quickly lighted from her horse,
And she held up her naked ass,
 The devil he said, I have no doubt,
That you are gelded out and out."
Her horse she mounted with a start,
And fled the devil with a fart,
And he cried out, "O wicked trick,
You've robbed me of my balls and prick!"
Gelding The Devil
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From D'Urfey's Pills to Purge Melancholy
Now listen a while, and I will tell,
 Of the Gelding of the Devil of Hell;
 And Dick the Baker of Mansfield Town,
To Manchester Market he was bound,
And under a Grove of Willows clear,
This Baker rid on with a merry Cheer:
 Beneath the Willows there was a Hill,
And there he met the Devil of Hell.
Baker, quoth the Devil, tell me that,
How came thy Horse so fair and fat?
In troth, quoth the Baker, and by my fay,
Because his Stones were cut away:
For he that will have a Gelding free,
Both fair and lusty he must be:
Oh! quoth the Devil, and saist thou so,
 Thou shalt geld me before thou dost go.
 Go tie thy Horse unto a Tree,
And with thy Knife come and geld me;
The Baker had a Knife of Iron and Steel,
With which he gelded the Devil of Hell,
 It was sharp pointed for the nonce,
Fit for to cut any manner of Stones:
 The Baker being lighted from his Horse,
 Cut the Devil's Stones from his Arse.
 Oh! quoth the Devil, beshrow thy Heart,
 Thou dost not feel how I do smart;
For gelding of me thou art not quit,
 For I mean to geld thee this same Day seven-night.
The Baker hearing the Words he said,
 Within his Heart was sore afraid,
He hied him to the next Market Town,
 To sell his Bread both white and brown.
 And when the Market was done that Day,
The Baker went home another way,
Unto his Wife he then did tell,
How he had gelded the Devil of Hell:
Nay, a wondrous Word I heard him say,
He would geld me the next Market Day;
Therefore Wife I stand in doubt,
I'd rather, quoth she, thy Knaves Eyes were out.
 I'd rather thou should break thy Neck-bone
 Than for to lose any manner of Stone,
 For why, 'twill be a loathsome thing,
When every Woman shall call thee Gelding
Thus they continu'd both in Fear,
 Until the next Market Day drew near;
 Well, quoth the good Wife, well I wot,
Go fetch me thy Doublet and thy Coat.
 Thy Hose, thy Shoon and Cap also,
 And I like a Man to the Market will go;
 Then up she got her all in hast,
With all her Bread upon her Beast:
And when she came to the Hill side,
There she saw two Devils abide,
 A little Devil and another,
 Lay playing under the Hill side together.
Oh! quoth the Devil, without any fain,
Yonder comes the Baker again;
Beest thou well Baker, or beest thou woe,
I mean to geld thee before thou dost go:
 These were the Words the Woman did say,
 Good Sir, I was gelded but Yesterday;
Oh! quoth the Devil, that I will see,
And he pluckt her Cloaths above her Knee.
And looking upwards from the Ground,
 There he spied a grievous Wound:
Oh! (quoth the Devil) what might he be?
 For he was not cunning that gelded thee,
For when he had cut away the Stones clean,
 He should have sowed up the Hole again;
 He called the little Devil to him anon,
 And bid him look to that same Man.
 Whilst he went into some private place,
 To fetch some Salve in a little space;
The great Devil was gone but a little way,
 But upon her Belly there crept a Flea:
The little Devil he soon espy'd that,
He up with his Paw and gave her a pat:
With that the Woman began to start,
And out she thrust a most horrible Fart.
Whoop! whoop! quoth the little Devil, come again I pray, 
For here's another hole broke, by my fay;
The great Devil he came running in hast,
Wherein his Heart was sore aghast:
 Fough, quoth the Devil, thou art not sound,
Thou stinkest so sore above the Ground,
 Thy Life Days sure cannot be long,
Thy Breath it fumes so wond'rous strong.
The Hole is cut so near the Bone,
 There is no Salve can stick thereon,
 And therefore, Baker, I stand in doubt,
 That all thy Bowels will fall out;
Therefore Baker, hie thee away,
And in this place no longer stay.