Old Granny Nicburne kept the Devil upstairs in an old black kettle.
Look on in, and you'd swear you were looking down an old, dry well.
And there at the bottom, looking back up, two eyes like a couple of fires.
They say one night a fellow broke into Granny's place, whilst she was up to the mountain at one of her jamborees.
Puzzled the sheriff no end.
Broke in, didn't steal nothing; just plain vanished into thin air.
Footprints in the dust led on up the stairs, and into an empty room, with nothing inside it but a deer skull in an old kettle.
Full set of prints going up those stairs.
Nary a one coming down.
Old Granny Nicburne kept the Devil upstairs in her back bedroom.
Nothing but a kettle in the middle of the floor, and eyes like a couple of fires.
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