There was an old farmer at the foot of the hill
If he ain't moved away, he's a-livin' there still
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The Devil come to him, at the plow one day
Sayin' one of your family I'm gonna take away
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Please don't take my eldest son
There's too much farm work’s gotta be done.
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It 's not your eldest son I crave
But, your scolding old wife, that keeps you a slave
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Well, take her oh take her, with all of my heart
I hope by golly, that you never will part
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Th ole Devil got 'er up on his back
Looked like a peddler with a hump on his back
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Ole Devil got out t' th forks of th road
He said, ole lady you're a hell of a load
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He carried her down to the gates of Hell
And said, poke up the fire, we'll scorch her well
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Seven little devils, bound down in their chains
She up with her foot and kicked out their brains
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Twelve little devils climbing up higher
She up with the poker, knocked nine in the fire
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Three little Devils began for to squall
Said, "Take 'er back Daddy, she'll murder us all!"
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So he carried her home in a tenth of the time
"Take her back farmer, I'm changing my mind!"
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He said "Here's your wife both sound and well
If I kept her longer she'd a tore up hell!"
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"He said I been a devil most all my life
But I never knew hell till I met your wife."
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Ole man was a layin' sick in the bed
She up with th’ butter stick, paddled his head
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She was ten years goin', and one comin' back
But she chawed the tobacco she'd left in the crack
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Ole lady went a whistlin' over th hill
Said th Devil won't have me, I don't know who will
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This proves that women are stronger than men
They can go down to hell and come back again
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