L was an incredulous young man
Till l chanced to meet the Devil in the Strand
He offered me snuff "It's the best, my own blend
Don't be a dullard, take a pinch my young friend"
He took me to dine in Seven Dials, all that he does he does in style
He chose partridge and quail, for 'twas the season for game
And i, feigning indifference, l ordered the same
Over brandy and smokes he drew a contract of sorts
'Lt seemed quite in order and he'd been such a sport
Then to an addres in Bluegate Fields
"An incentive" he smiled "to seal the deal
It 's favoured by swells and other men of the world
Why, Madame Magenta is like a Ma to the girls"
He staked me at cards and then girls by the score
Come morning we parted then l sneaked back for more
Meet my friend Mr. Scratch, meet my friend Mr. Scratch
The Devil he tempted me, "A fair exchange is no crime
What's a soul my friend for the guarantee of a hell of a time?"