"Well I'll go," says Shaun; "I'll go with you," says he; "but it's a long time we are at odds with one another, and we ought to have a drink together. Elleesh has a good bottle and come in till we drink a drop of it before we go." "Why, then, I'll go with you," says the Devil, as there was the Devil's thirst on him after his being up in the tree so long. They drank their enough then inside in Elleesh's hovel, and when the Devil had the bottle empty he rose up standing, that he might get a grip of Shaun's throat to choke him. "In with you into the bottle," says Shaun. "In with you this moment," says he. "Did you think that you would play on me," says he. The Devil had to go into the bottle, and he spent seven years inside the bottle, with Shaun, without being let out.
Now it fell out that Elleesh had a young son, and there was a bottle wanting to go for stuff for Elleesh. What was the bottle they should bring with them but the bottle in which the Devil was down, and when they took the cork out of it the Devil went off with himself.
Shaun was gone away looking for gossips for his son. The Son of God met him.
"Where were you going now, Shaun?" says he.
"I was hunting for gossips for my son," says Shaun.
"Would you give him to me, and I'll stand for him?"
"Well, then, indeed, I won't give him to you," says Shaun, "you give seven times their enough to some people, and you don't give their half enough to other people."
The King of Sunday met him then and they saluted one another.
"Where were you going?" says the King of Sunday.
"Well, then, I was going hunting for a gossip for my son."
"Will you give him to me?" says the King of Sunday.
"Indeed, then, I won't give him," says Shaun. "You have only a single day in the week and you're not able to do much good that day itself."
In this way he refused him, and the King of Sunday departed from him.
Who should meet him then and he coming home but the Death. [The Devil was afraid to go near him again, but he sent the Death to meet him.] "Make your soul now Shaun," says he, "I have you."
"Oh, you wouldn't give me death now," says Shaun, "until I baptise my son."
"All right, baptise him," said the Death. "Who will you put to stand for him?"
"I don't see any person," says Shaun, "better than yourself. It's you who will leave him longest alive," says he.