Well I knew the Devil Nice chap with a horn Dressed in red Good toasted crumpets if I remember rightly Old Nick we call him Nick the Old Right old bleeder Sat before his ever lit fire Steaming mug of tea in his leathery hand Flat cap perched tween his horns Not one for a booze But a wry sense of humour for all that Dam good chess player too We played for days on end Chess, draughts, you name it Old Nick was good.