Patrick And The Devil

 

He was drunk every morning as everyone knew,

He was drunk every evening as well,

And sure as tomorrow as everyone said,

Old Patrick was destined for hell.

 

The night before Christmas the wind it blew cold,

And Patrick sat home all alone,

When the devil came in through the living room wall,

Saying Patrick I've come for my own.

 

Said Pat to the devil I’m sure you’re a man,

Who plays cards like a master no doubt,

So sit by the fire and drink for a while,

And lets play till the whisky runs out.

 

Said the devil to Patrick I'm sure you can see,

I have nothing on me but my skin,

And though you may wager with all that you own,

There is nothing from me you can win.

 

But there is now said Patrick you said when you came,

For you came to my house for your own,

If you win you take me with all that is here,

If I win you leave me alone.

 

Oh the devil the devil said whispering low,

This was never my usual way,

But bring out the glasses and rake up the fire,

And pour me a drink and I’ll stay.

 

So Pat dealt the hand with the practice of years,

Three each for the devil and he,

Three kings shouts the devil its time we were off,

Three aces said Pat so I'm free.

 

Now Pat’s full of virtue a model to men,

His temperament no longer dark,

Because every last sin has been blotted away,

And as every last card had its mark.