%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
%% The Devil And Little Mike
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
X:1
T:Devil And Little Mike, The
R:Folk Song
M:6/8
C:Trad
O:England
A:Lancashire
L:1/8
B:Folk Songs Of Lancashire
N:Mike Harding
K:Dm
D2 D D2 E|F2 F F2 D|G2 F E2 F|G3 z2 G|\
D2 D D2 E|F2 E F2 A|GGF E2 F|E3 z3|\
A2 A A2 =B|c2 c c2 G|A2 G A2 =B|c3 z2 A|\
d2 A A2 A|A2 F F2 F|G2 A G F2|E3 z3|\
D2 E F G2|A3 F3|G2 F E C2|D6|-D6|

The Devil and Little Mike

It was on a dusky night when we were very poor,
My story oh you may believe, The Devil came to the door,
In his hand he had an hook, his eyes were burning bright,
He said unto my sister Suke, "I want your brother Mike."

CHORUS
Fol the riddle I do, fol the riddle damn.

I knew his voice in a minute 'cos I'd heard it oft before,
As sprightly as a linnet, I flew behind the door,
His eyes with fire oh they did glare, I gave a terrible groan
And I said unto my sister Suke "Tell him I'm not at home!"

The Devil he flew in a pet and swore he would come in,
"If you do", said sister Bet, "I'll knock you out again!"
Then he into the room took flight, how he did stamp and swore,
When he found poor little Mike sat behind the door.

The old Mam she jumped off a chair and broke his head with a broom
The Devil then he trumped and with sulphur filled the room,
It was on a washing night, the water was boiling hot,
She give to him a left and right and tumbled him into the pot.

Then my little sister Peg, at fighting she'd a knack,
With me grandad's wooden leg she broke the Devil's back.
He sung out loudly for his palls as loud as he could shout
And me and my big sister Sal we beat the Devil out.

The next day the Devil died and weren't we glad to hear,
They took him and they buried him down at Bury fair
So since we've nothing more to fear, fill our glasses bright
And as the Devil's dead and gone, we'll do just as we like.