There was an old farmer went out for to plow,
With a new sing naggle sing new,
He hitched up an ox and an ass and a cow,
With a new sing naggle sing new, new, new,
A new sing naggle sing new.
The devil flew by with a flickety-flack,
He carried a pitch-fork wrapped up in a sack.
The old farmer dropped his lines and he run,
“The devil’s a-lookin’ for my oldest son.”
“I don’t want your son nor your daughter fair,
But your old scoldin’ wife what’s lost all of her hair.”
So sayin’, he harvest her up on his back,
And he left like a pedlar a-totin’ his pack.
He toted her down to the gates of hell,
Said, “Blow up the fire, boys, we’ll roast this one well.”
Seven small devils came rattlin’ their chains,
She handled a poker and mellered their brains.
The other small devil looked over the wall,
Said, “Take her back, daddy, she’ll murder us all.”
He harvest her up on his poor old tired back,
And he left like a pedlar a-totin’ his pack.
Seven years goin’ and six comin’ back,
She asked for the corn-pone she left in the crack.
“Oh, what I can do now the devil won’t tell,
I ain’t fit for heaven and I’m too mean for hell