THE BOY'S MAGIC HORN 167

THE TAILOR IN HELL

A TAILOR 'gan to wander One Monday morning fair, And then lie met the devil. Whose feet and legs were bare: Hallo, thou tailor-feUow,

ERRATUM

For lines 6 and 7 "Tailor in Hell" read

Come now with me to hell — oh, And measure clothes for us to wear,

J. lie ueviis' little tails all off. And to and fro they skipped. Hallo, thou tailor-fellow. Now hie thee out of hell — oh. We do not need this clipping, sir, For what we will, is well, oh!

The tailor took his iron out. And tossed it in the fire; The devils' wrinkles then he pressed; Their screams were something dire. Hallo, thou tailor-fellow. Begone now from our hell — oh. We do not need this pressing. For what we will, is well, oh!

Keep still ! " he said and pierced their heads

With a bodkin from his sack.

• ' This way we put the buttons on.

For that's our tailor's knack! "

Hallo, thou tailor-fellow.

Now get thee out of hell — oh.

We do not need this dressing,

For what we will, is well, oh !

With thimble and with needle then His stitching he began, And closed the devils' nostrils up As tight as e'er one can.