The Devil went down to Yorkshire...
Feb. 14th, 2008 09:34 amWith due apologies to the Jeff Daniels Band.
The devil came over to Yorkshire
He came across the Snake Pass
They'd summoned him up in Lancashire
By means of a black mass.
When he came across this old man
Shearing a sheep and keeping it cool
And the devil jumped up on a bar stool
And said, "Boy, let me tell you what
I guess you didn't know it
But I'm a shearing man too
And if you'd care to take a dare
I'll make a bet with you
Now you sheared an pretty good sheepskin
But give the devil his due
I bet a fleece of gold against your soul
‘Cause I think I'm better than you
The man said "My name's Amos
And it might be a sin
I'll not take you bet, you do better yet
One fleece? Best make it two."
Amos grab yourself a Perendale
And clip your clippers quick
Cause hell's broke loose in Wombwell
And the devil’s pretty slick
And if you win
You get two fleeces made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
The devil opened up his case
And he said "I'll soon show you"
And fire flew from his finger tips
As he grabbed himself a ewe
And he pulled clippers across her wool
And she made a evil bleat
’twas heard as far afield as Hull
His shearing’d be hard to beat.
When the devil finished Amos said
”You’re not from round abouts, old son
I know that accent, now, you see
You sound queer - you’re not from here
You sound of Lancashire."
Fire on the coal pit run boys run
Trouble up at mill at the rising sun
Kids at chippy wi' chips an pie
Granny does your dog bite? Aye.
The devil bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid one golden fleece
On the ground at Amos' feet
Amos said "Devil just come on back
Don’t try to get you gone
You think you’re pretty tough, you big soft puff
That’s two fleece, not just one"
The devil came over to Yorkshire
He came across the Snake Pass
They'd summoned him up in Lancashire
By means of a black mass.
When he came across this old man
Shearing a sheep and keeping it cool
And the devil jumped up on a bar stool
And said, "Boy, let me tell you what
I guess you didn't know it
But I'm a shearing man too
And if you'd care to take a dare
I'll make a bet with you
Now you sheared an pretty good sheepskin
But give the devil his due
I bet a fleece of gold against your soul
‘Cause I think I'm better than you
The man said "My name's Amos
And it might be a sin
I'll not take you bet, you do better yet
One fleece? Best make it two."
Amos grab yourself a Perendale
And clip your clippers quick
Cause hell's broke loose in Wombwell
And the devil’s pretty slick
And if you win
You get two fleeces made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
The devil opened up his case
And he said "I'll soon show you"
And fire flew from his finger tips
As he grabbed himself a ewe
And he pulled clippers across her wool
And she made a evil bleat
’twas heard as far afield as Hull
His shearing’d be hard to beat.
When the devil finished Amos said
”You’re not from round abouts, old son
I know that accent, now, you see
You sound queer - you’re not from here
You sound of Lancashire."
Fire on the coal pit run boys run
Trouble up at mill at the rising sun
Kids at chippy wi' chips an pie
Granny does your dog bite? Aye.
The devil bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid one golden fleece
On the ground at Amos' feet
Amos said "Devil just come on back
Don’t try to get you gone
You think you’re pretty tough, you big soft puff
That’s two fleece, not just one"