[{"title": "Jonas and the Devil", "author": "trad.", "roud": "4766", "child": "", "laws": "", "gd": "", "henry": "", "tyg": ""}, {"heading": "The Dollymopps sing Jonas and the Devil", "verses": ["Jonas hated work and toil,\nHe could not his master please.\nAll that Jonas really wanted\nWas to live a life of ease.", "Weary of his constant ploughing,\nWeary of his arduous toil,\nJonas felt a nudge: beside him\nWas the Devil, horns and all.", "\u201cCome sell to me your soul, my Jonas,\nFor a hundred golden pounds.\nNo more work and no more toil,\nDrink your wine and ride to hounds.\u201d", "Jonas shook hands with the Devil,\n\u201cTake my soul and have your joy.\nI'll be turned an English gallant\n'Stead of just a farmer's boy.\u201d", "\u201cGive to me then hundred sovereigns,\nI'll no more this furrow tread.\nNo more work and no more toil,\nYou shall have me when I'm dead.\u201d", "Jonas bought a pure white palfrey,\nOrdered flagons fine and rare.\nBut where'er he went, he noticed\nMaster Devil standing there.", "Soon his hundred pounds was fading,\nThirty, fifteen, ten and nine.\nJonas felt the heat of Hades\nEvery time he took his wine.", "Dark and drear remorse struck Jonas,\nWished he had not left his kind.\nMaster Devil always whisp'ring,\n\u201cSoon now Jonas you'll be mine.\u201d", "\u201cI have not spent all your money,\nCan we not a bargain clasp?\nSave me from the heat of Hades,\nI will do whate'er you ask.\u201d", "\u201cThere is only one way, Jonas,\nGive me back what doth remain.\nYou shall sail the stormy oceans,\nNever to come home again.\u201d", "Jonas did as he was bidden,\nWith him once again shook hands,\nThought perhaps he'd pay him one day\nWith some gold from far off lands.", "So sadly to the strand went Jonas\nWith the Devil at his side,\n\u201cThere's the lofty ship you'll sail in\nDropping on the falling tide.\u201d", "Soon the longboat came for Jonas,\nTook him from his native shore.\nOnce aboard the barque poor Jonas\nStared in terror and in awe.", "'Cause all the crew were horned and ghastly,\nHauling on the tops'l sheet.\nAnd from out their breeks he noticed\nThey had tails and cloven feet.", "So come all you who tend the soil\nBend your backs and steer your plough,\nOr you'll end like wretched Jonas,\nSailing to the Gates of Hell."]}]