Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
Jean Ritchie
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 have to have now
Sing, Hi, a-rattle-ding-day
Oh, it's neither your son nor your daughter I crave
It's your old scolding wife, and it's her I must have
Sing, Hi, a-rattle-ding-day
So he hobbest her up, all on his back
And like an bold peddler went a-packin' his pack
Sing, Hi, a-rattle-ding-day
As they drew near the high gates of Hell
Sang, Rake back the coals, boys, and we'll roast her well
Sing, Hi, a-rattle-ding-day
Oh, two little devils come rattlin' their chains
She hauled back her cudgel and knocked out their brains
Sing, Hi, a-rattle-ding-day
Two more 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 hobbest her up all his back
And like an bold peddler, went a-packin' her back
Sing, Hi, a-rattle-ding-day
Here's your old scoldin' wife, it's her I won't have
She hain't fit for Heaven, she shain't stay in Hell
Sing, Hi, a-rattle-ding-day
Oh, it's seven years goin', and seven a-comin' 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
The Little Devils was written by Traditional.
The Little Devils was produced by Jac Holzman.