Down in Ingoldmells the demons were raising hell
All in malice unconfined
Pranks provocations, bile and belligerence,
Wickedness to mastermind
Oh let us go into the world
And tease and torment human kind
And all the devils in London town were of one evil mind

They raised a mighty wind that blew them
All round the Lincolnshire coast...
The demons were borne upon the storm
And where they went they caused a fuss
The milk to sour, the plough to rust
And all the devils from London town would see who could frighten the most.

And the wind to the north was wild and loud
And it howled and seethed and shrieked and roared
And one little devil tumbled out of the thunder
Through Lincoln's new cathedral door
What's this he thought
I'll have some sport
And this diversion I shall enjoy...
The angels singing in the heavenly choir I shall pester and annoy.

And the priest and people there praising God
Were troubled in their souls
They prayed and called upon the Lord
To come and save them
To make them brave
And deliver them from the fiend from hell
And all the people in Lincoln cathedral cried 'Heaven help us all'

And the imp...
Prised the eyes from a gargoyle's head,
And his teeth and bits of fingers; said he
I need these stones for my sport and fun,
Old friend I need them more than thee.
And he threw them at the angel choir
With evil glee and some violence
And all the angels in the choir were struck by his impertinence.

Then round the walls and round the towers
The angels hunted him down
And the priest and people prayed with groans
That angelic might should defeat the sprite
And make him wish he'd never left home
Then all the angels in the heavenly choir caught the imp and they turned him to stone.
Hurrah!

And centuries may have passed him by,
But the imp's still there in stone to see,
And priest and people and all you folk
Can live in Lincoln peacefully
So seek God's face and heaven's grace
And study your theology
Then with all the people in Lincoln cathedral say 'Laudate angeli'
Amen