The Devil & The Feathery Wife

The Devil & The Feathery Wife Lyrics

Song	The Devil & The Feathery Wife
Artist	Martin Carthy
Album	Essential
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	Now there was an old farmer lived over the hill,
	And a poor old fellow they say,
	He was plagued by hunger and a scolding wife,
	The worst misfortune that day.
	And as he cut wood in the forest one day,
	Between dark doom and despair
	The devil himself, he jumped out of the bush,
	And he stood before him there.
	“O, what's the matter?” the devil he cried,
	“You look so discontent,
	Haven't you got any money to buy your food
	Or to pay your landlord rent?
	“What would you give me?” the devil he cried,
	“If I should end your debate,
	And I gave you money and gear enough,
	So you'd never more want for meat”
	“But I've nothing to give you,” the old man cried,
	“I've nothing right here to my hand.
	But if you would do what you say for me
	I'll be at your command.”
	“Right then I'll make you a bargain,” the devil he cried,
	“It's a bargain you just couldn't miss:
	You bring me a beast at seven years' end,
	I'll try to say what it is.
	“But if that beast I name aright,
	(You mark what I do tell)
	You've got to toddle along with me
	For to view the ovens of Hell.”
	So the old man prospered and prospered well,
	It was all gained and spent,
	Till he come to the end of seven long years;
	Sorely he did lament.
	“Oh, what is the matter?” his wife she cried,
	“You look so discontent.
	Sure you've got some silly young girl with child,
	Making you sore lament”
	“No, I've made a bargain with the devil,” he cried,
	“It was a bargain I just couldn't miss:
	I've got to bring him a beast at seven years' end
	He's got to say what it is.
	“But if that beast he names aright
	(You mark what I do tell)
	I've got to toddle along with him
	For to view the ovens of Hell.”
	“Oh, never you worry,” his wife, she cries,
	“For your cattle, your keep, or your feed,
	For the wit of a woman, it comes in handy
	At times in an hour of need.
	“Go and fetch me the droppings from all of our chickens
	And spread them all over the floor.
	Stark naked I will strip myself
	And I'll roll in it all over and o'er.
	“And fetch me the basket of feathers,” she cries
	“Of the beast we had for our tea
	And I'll roll and I'll roll all over in them
	Until never an inch be free”
	So she rolled and she rolled in feathers and droppings
	from her head down to her navel.
	“By Christ”, he says, “what an horrible sight,
	You look far worse than the devil.”
	Then the devil himself come in,
	He began to for steam and to hiss.
	“By Christ,” he said, “What an awful sight,
	I'm damned if I know what it is.”
	He started to shake and he started to quake,
	Saying, “Have you any more of these at home?”
	“Yes,” he cries, “I've got seven more
	That in my forest do roam.”
	“If you've got seven more of these beasts
	That in your forest do dwell,
	I'll be as good as my bargain and I'm off home
	For she's worse than the demons in Hell.”

	Now there was an old farmer lived over the hill,
	And a poor old fellow they say,
	He was plagued by hunger and a scolding wife,
	The worst misfortune that day.
	And as he cut wood in the forest one day,
	Between dark doom and despair
	The devil himself, he jumped out of the bush,
	And he stood before him there.
	" O, what' s the matter?" the devil he cried,
	" You look so discontent,
	Haven' t you got any money to buy your food
	Or to pay your landlord rent?
	" What would you give me?" the devil he cried,
	" If I should end your debate,
	And I gave you money and gear enough,
	So you' d never more want for meat"
	" But I' ve nothing to give you," the old man cried,
	" I' ve nothing right here to my hand.
	But if you would do what you say for me
	I' ll be at your command."
	" Right then I' ll make you a bargain," the devil he cried,
	" It' s a bargain you just couldn' t miss:
	You bring me a beast at seven years' end,
	I' ll try to say what it is.
	" But if that beast I name aright,
	You mark what I do tell
	You' ve got to toddle along with me
	For to view the ovens of Hell."
	So the old man prospered and prospered well,
	It was all gained and spent,
	Till he come to the end of seven long years
	Sorely he did lament.
	" Oh, what is the matter?" his wife she cried,
	" You look so discontent.
	Sure you' ve got some silly young girl with child,
	Making you sore lament"
	" No, I' ve made a bargain with the devil," he cried,
	" It was a bargain I just couldn' t miss:
	I' ve got to bring him a beast at seven years' end
	He' s got to say what it is.
	" But if that beast he names aright
	You mark what I do tell
	I' ve got to toddle along with him
	For to view the ovens of Hell."
	" Oh, never you worry," his wife, she cries,
	" For your cattle, your keep, or your feed,
	For the wit of a woman, it comes in handy
	At times in an hour of need.
	" Go and fetch me the droppings from all of our chickens
	And spread them all over the floor.
	Stark naked I will strip myself
	And I' ll roll in it all over and o' er.
	" And fetch me the basket of feathers," she cries
	" Of the beast we had for our tea
	And I' ll roll and I' ll roll all over in them
	Until never an inch be free"
	So she rolled and she rolled in feathers and droppings
	from her head down to her navel.
	" By Christ", he says, " what an horrible sight,
	You look far worse than the devil."
	Then the devil himself come in,
	He began to for steam and to hiss.
	" By Christ," he said, " What an awful sight,
	I' m damned if I know what it is."
	He started to shake and he started to quake,
	Saying, " Have you any more of these at home?"
	" Yes," he cries, " I' ve got seven more
	That in my forest do roam."
	" If you' ve got seven more of these beasts
	That in your forest do dwell,
	I' ll be as good as my bargain and I' m off home
	For she' s worse than the demons in Hell."

	Now there was an old farmer lived over the hill,
	And a poor old fellow they say,
	He was plagued by hunger and a scolding wife,
	The worst misfortune that day.
	And as he cut wood in the forest one day,
	Between dark doom and despair
	The devil himself, he jumped out of the bush,
	And he stood before him there.
	" O, what' s the matter?" the devil he cried,
	" You look so discontent,
	Haven' t you got any money to buy your food
	Or to pay your landlord rent?
	" What would you give me?" the devil he cried,
	" If I should end your debate,
	And I gave you money and gear enough,
	So you' d never more want for meat"
	" But I' ve nothing to give you," the old man cried,
	" I' ve nothing right here to my hand.
	But if you would do what you say for me
	I' ll be at your command."
	" Right then I' ll make you a bargain," the devil he cried,
	" It' s a bargain you just couldn' t miss:
	You bring me a beast at seven years' end,
	I' ll try to say what it is.
	" But if that beast I name aright,
	You mark what I do tell
	You' ve got to toddle along with me
	For to view the ovens of Hell."
	So the old man prospered and prospered well,
	It was all gained and spent,
	Till he come to the end of seven long years
	Sorely he did lament.
	" Oh, what is the matter?" his wife she cried,
	" You look so discontent.
	Sure you' ve got some silly young girl with child,
	Making you sore lament"
	" No, I' ve made a bargain with the devil," he cried,
	" It was a bargain I just couldn' t miss:
	I' ve got to bring him a beast at seven years' end
	He' s got to say what it is.
	" But if that beast he names aright
	You mark what I do tell
	I' ve got to toddle along with him
	For to view the ovens of Hell."
	" Oh, never you worry," his wife, she cries,
	" For your cattle, your keep, or your feed,
	For the wit of a woman, it comes in handy
	At times in an hour of need.
	" Go and fetch me the droppings from all of our chickens
	And spread them all over the floor.
	Stark naked I will strip myself
	And I' ll roll in it all over and o' er.
	" And fetch me the basket of feathers," she cries
	" Of the beast we had for our tea
	And I' ll roll and I' ll roll all over in them
	Until never an inch be free"
	So she rolled and she rolled in feathers and droppings
	from her head down to her navel.
	" By Christ", he says, " what an horrible sight,
	You look far worse than the devil."
	Then the devil himself come in,
	He began to for steam and to hiss.
	" By Christ," he said, " What an awful sight,
	I' m damned if I know what it is."
	He started to shake and he started to quake,
	Saying, " Have you any more of these at home?"
	" Yes," he cries, " I' ve got seven more
	That in my forest do roam."
	" If you' ve got seven more of these beasts
	That in your forest do dwell,
	I' ll be as good as my bargain and I' m off home
	For she' s worse than the demons in Hell."

The Devil & The Feathery Wife Lyrics

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