Oh, Devin’s a fellow from Snox,
He’s twice the size of an ox,
His hair is long, his beer is strong,
But his noggin is chock full o’ rocks!

Now ever since he was a child,
For lassies he’d always been wild.
He’d ogle and flirt, and whisper some dirt,
And carry her off if she smiled.

Well one day he noticed a dame,
And thought she’d be good for a game.
So he sucked in his gut, and twinched her butt,
Saying ‘Ay wenchie, tell me yer name!’

She whirled about, bogberry red,
And thumped him right in the head.
Everyone roared as he fell to the floor
And out of the tavern she fled.

Oh, Devin’s a fellow from Snox,
He’s twice the size of an ox,
He’s never a crook, he’s a whip of a cook,
But his noggin is chock full o’ rocks!

Well, Devin was stricken with love,
And ignored the laughter above.
He jumped up and sprang out the door and sang,
‘Come back here, my tenderish dove!’

He chased her all over town,
The sweat pouring out of his frown,
An ache in his side, a waddling stride,
His middle was pulling him down.

Well soonly she came to a wall,
And feared she was in for a brawl.
But a board was amiss! So to flee Devin’s kiss,
She got through the hole with a crawl.

Oh, Devin’s a fellow from Snox,
He’s twice the size of an ox,
The friendliest bloke, he’s good with a joke,
But his noggin is chock full o’ rocks!

Then Devin ducked through with a blast,
But his beerbelly wouldn’t go past!
He went only halfway and could not pull away,
Like a cork in a bottle stuck fast.

Our sweetheart she toddled around,
By a gate ’bout a half-mile down.
She gave him a whump, square on the rump,
With the board that lay on the ground.

Then after ten minutes of play,
She’d had enough for a day.
She finished the licking, left him there kicking,
And skipped along ever so gay.

Oh, Devin’s a fellow from Snox,
He’s twice the size of an ox,
He’ll do ye no guile, and greet with a smile,
But his noggin is chock full o’ rocks!

So after Devin got free,
He was a changed man, you see.
He’s learned his lesson, for now when transgressin’
He picks women bigger than he.

Oh, Devin’s a fellow from Snox,
He’s twice the size of an ox,
His hair is long, his beer is strong,
But his noggin is chock full o’ rocks!”

~traditional, CRV

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Featured image: wine and beer barrels of the Meadmug Tavern, Snox, CRV, at which Devin Gristle was the proprietor c. FLC 2388-2437.

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