Devil maggot and
son
Three things
seek my death
Hard at
my heels they
run ---- ,
Hang them
sweet Chirst , all three
,------
Devil ,Maggot and son.
So much does
each of them crave
The morsel that
falls to his
share
,He cares
not the thrauneen what
Falls to the
other pair
If the devil ,that
crafty one ,
Can capture my soul in
sin
He will leave
my flesh to the
worm ,
My money
to my kin .
My sons
think more of the
money
That will
come to them when I
die
Than a
soul that they could
not spend ,
A body
that none would buy
..
And how would
the maggots fare
On a
soul too thin
to eat
And money
too tough to
chew?
The maggots must have
meat .
CHIRST The
three that are seeking
my end
Hang them
sweet chirst , ALL THREE .>