The Farmer's Old Curst Wife- Haislip (AR) Parler 1958; Bronson 39
The Farmer's Old Curst Wife- Clifford Haislip (AR) Parler, 1958
1. Old man, old man, the Devil's come
Zip, zip, whistle
He's either after you or his [your] oldest son,
Fol de rol, fol de rol diddle
Fol de rol, fol de rol day.
2. It's neither you nor the oldest son that I crave,
Zip, zip, whistle
But it's your old scolding wife I intend to have,
Fol de rol, fol de rol diddle,
Fol de rol, fol de rol day.
3. And he picked her up on his old back
Zip, zip, whistle
And her legs hung down like a peddler's pack,
Fol de rol, fol de rol diddle,
Fol de rol, fol de rol day.
4. He carried her round to Hell's back door,
Zip, zip, whistle
He gave her a shove and said, Go in before
Fol de rol, fol de rol diddle,
Fol de rol, fol de rol day.
5. There sat the old devil all bound up in chains,
Zip, zip, whistle
He [sic] grabbed up a poker and beat our her [sic] brains,
Fol de rol, fol de rol diddle,
Fol de rol, fol de rol day.
6. Another little devil peeped over the wall,
Zip, zip, whistle
Said, Take her back, Daddy, or she'll murder us all,
Fol de roi, fol de rol diddle,
Fol de rol, fol de rol day.
7. And he picked her up on his old back
Zip, zip, whistle
And like an old fool he went lugging her back,
Fol de rol, fol de rol diddle,
Fol de rol, foi de rol day.
8. Old man, old man, here's your wife again,
Zip, zip, whistle
I don't want her, or none of her kin.
Fol de rol, fol de rol diddle,
Fol de roi, fol de rol day.
9. She's been to Hell and she's ten times worse
Zip, zip, whistle
The devil won't have her and I reckon I must.
Fol de rol, fol de rol diddle,
Fol de rol, fol de rol day.