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156 Indiana University Publications, Folklore Series |
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THE PARMER'S CURST WIFE |
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ty-—~o—rad—-die ding day-
5. He carried her down to the Gates of Hell,
Urn-urn, Um-hum-hum-hum, Said, "Kindle the fire, boys, and we'll burn her well, Sing tyo raddle ding day.
6. There sat a little devil with his red cap,
Um-um, Um-hum-hum-hum, She up with her foot and she gave him a slap. Sing tyo raddle ding day. |
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7. Two little devils sat .parching.beans; Um-um, Um-hum-hum-hum, She pidced up a pine-knot and split out their brains. Sing tyo raddle ding day. |
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