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You don’t get nuthin from me

get yourself away from me

leave now and I might let this slide

It’s time my friend

Thou shalt ride

Hold your devil by his tail

and spin him to the ground

mark the spot with foxes bones

and be careful what you’ve found

thou shall ride

My father was a hermit

he lived beneath the hill

when the sky was empty

he’d climb the trees to feel

he’d wish a blight

On all the local towns

But instead of this

I’ll tell you what he found

a devil sat nearby

In creaking bough

And promised him his wish

If he’d allow

A drop of blood

From fingers black and cold

To be paid in full

When he got old

But he said