Coll. by Parler In folklore class
Clifford Haislip Altus, Ark. August 12, 1958
Reel 363, Item 12
The Farmer's Old Curst Wife
(Learned from his father, who had learned it from his own father.)
Old man, old man, the devil's come,
Zip, zip, (whistle)
He's either after you or your oldest son,
Fol de rol, fol de rol diddle,
Fol de rol, fol de rol day.
It'd neither you nor the oldest son that I crave,
But it's your old scolding wife I intend to have.
And he picked her up on his old back,
And her legs hung down like a peddler's pack.
He carried her around to hell's back door,
He gave her a shove and said, Go in before.
There sat the old devil all bound up in chains,
He grabbed up a poker and beat out her brains.
Another little devil peeped over the wall,
Said, Take her back, Daddy, or she'll murder us all.
And he picked her up on his old back
And like an old fool he went luggin' her back.
Old man, old man, here's your wife again,
I don't want her or none of her kin.
She's been to hell and she's ten times worse,
The devil won't have her and I reckon I must.
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