Текст песни The Little Devils - Jean Ritchie

There was an old man, and he lived near Hell.
He had a little farm and upon it did dwell.
Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!

Oh, the Devil come to him one day at his plow,
"There's one in your family I need to have now!"
Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!

"Oh, its neither your son, nor your daughter I crave;
Its your old scolding wife, and its her I must have "
Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!

So he hoisted her up, all on his back,
And like an bold peddler went-a packing his pack.
Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!

As they drew near the High Gates of Hell,
Sing: "Rake back the coals, boys,
And we'll roast her well!" Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!

Two little devils came rattling their chains.
She hauled back her cudgel and knocked
Out their brains. Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!

Two little devils peeped over the wall
Said, "Take her back Daddy, or she'll kill us all!"
Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!

So he hoisted her up all his back, and
Like an bold peddler, went-a packing her back.
Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!

"Here's your old scolding wife, it's her I won't have
She ain't fit for heaven, she ain't stay in hell!"
Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!

Oh, it's seven years going, and seven coming back.
She called for the 'baccer she left in the crack.
Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!

Oh, the women they are so much better than men,
When they go to Hell, they get sent back again.
Sing Hi, a-rattle-ding-day!