The Farmer’s Curst Wife

There was an old man at the foot of the hill.
If he ain’t moved away, he’s a’ livin’ there still.
Sing hi diddle I diddle I fi, diddle I diddle I day.
The devil he come to his house one day,
says “one of your family I’m gonna take away.”
Sing hi diddle I diddle I fi, diddle I diddle I day.
“Take her, my wife, with all a’ my heart,
and I hope, by golly, you never part.”
Sing hi diddle I diddle I fi, diddle I diddle I day.
The devil he put her up on his back
and off to Hell he went, clickity clack.
Sing hi diddle I diddle I fi, diddle I diddle I day.
When he got her down to the gates of Hell,
he says “punch up the fire, we’ll scorch her well.”
Sing hi diddle I diddle I fi, diddle I diddle I day.
In come a little devil draggin’ a chain.
She upped with a hatchet and split his brain!
Sing hi diddle I diddle I fi, diddle I diddle I day.
Now nine little devils went a climbin’ the wall,
sayin’ “take her back daddy, she’ll a’ murder us all!”
Sing hi diddle I diddle I fi, diddle I diddle I day.
The old man was a’ peepin’ out of a crack.
And he saw the old devil come draggin’ her back.
Sing hi diddle I diddle I fi, diddle I diddle I day.
Now there’s one advantage women have over men.
They can all go to Hell…and come back again.
Sing hi diddle I diddle I fi, diddle I diddle I day.