It’s The Devil That Ye Don’t See (A Scottish Folk Song)

The Word has been co-opted

So that lesser dare attempt

To lift a pen or flag a train

Without feeling exempt...

Corners of the convent

Where the goblins hide their face

Are empty now as church and state

Have let them in with grace...

It's the devil that ye don't see

That's the one that does ye in

So greet all dark and dismal fate

With the passions of yr kin...

It's the devil that ye don't see

That keeks ye in the glass...

So when you ken, make of it well,

Or it will nary pass...

The black as earl waters call,

But if ye dodge the tide

They'll wet you 'til the yappy dogs

Have dragged all rivers wide...

That swindler lass ye judge so harsh,

Both lives and breathes alike...

She knows her numbers up too soon

Does jigs around your spikes...

It's the devil that ye don't see

That's the one that does ye in

So greet all dark and dismal fate

With the passions of yr kin...

It's the devil that you don't see

That keeks ye in the glass...

So when you ken, make of it well,

Or it will nary pass...

12/10/24

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