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+====== Hell's Bells ======
+<abc>%%stretchlast yes
+X:1
+T:Hell's Bells
+C:Jeff Bigler
+O:1995
+M:C
+L:1/4
+K:G major
+V:1 clef=treble
+"Verse"d |dcBd | cBAc | BAGB | A3 D |\
+w:1.~ When I died and went to heaven and | had my in-ter-| view * |\
+w:2.~"No | danc-ers up in | heaven a-bove, no | legs a-dorned with | bells.  A |\
+w:3.~So | Meph-i-stoph-el- | es came by, and | God to him did | tell the |\
+w:4.~Now | when a man ar- | rives in Hell and | goes in-to the | pub, and |\
+w:5.~And | when this man goes | off to bed, his | room is so close | by, our |\
+w:6.~And | when we bag, the | mis-ers have to | give us all they've | got, and |\
+GGAA | BBcc | BGAF | G3 d |\
+w:God asked me to make a list of | what I liked to do.  But |\
+w:mor-ris team would | make my peo-ple | think they were in | Hell.  But |\
+w:ben-i-fits of | hav-ing mor-ris | danc-ers down in | Hell.  Old |\
+w:tries to find a | qui-et place to | sit and eat some | grub(s). But |\
+w:sing-ing keeps him | wide a-wake un- | til the clock strikes | five.  And~the |\
+w:none of them can | take their leave 'till | we de-cide to | stop.  And |\
+dcBc | cBAc | BAGB | A3 D |\
+w:when I gave my | list to God, He | gave this sad re- | ply:  "I'm |\
+w:wait!" said God that's~a | good i-dea, I | know just what we'll | do:  a |\
+w:Beel-ze-bub said | "This I'll do!  It~will | give me great de- | light to |
+w:ev-ery room this | man goes in, there's | mor-ris danc-ers | there.  We've |
+w:slum-ber of this | wretch-ed man lasts | fif-teen min-utes | long, cause~the |\
+w:when we've gone in- | to the pub to | have a glass of | beer, we'll |\
+GGAA | BBcc | BGAF | G3 ||\
+w:sor-ry, but we | have no mor-ris | danc-ers in the | sky." ||\
+w:mor-ris team in | Hell would be the | per-fect heaven for | you."  ||\
+w:have my peo-ple | suf-fer mor-ris | danc-ers day and | night." ||\
+w:eat-en all the | food and we have | drunk up all the | beer. ||\
+w:next day, it is | May Day and the | Win-ster starts at | dawn. ||\
+w:raise a toast to | Heaven a-bove: "Thank | God we're all down | here!"
+"Chorus"d/d/ |\
+w:* * |\
+w:You'll be~the |\
+w:From the |\
+w:'Cause we're~the |\
+w:'We're the |\
+w:'We're the |\
+dcBd | cBA c/c/ | BAGB | A3 D/D/ |\
+w:danc-ers in the | un-der-world, we're the | mor-ris team from Hell, 'cause a |\
+GGAA | BBc c/c/ | BGAF | G3 d/d/ |\
+w:mor-ris danc-er's | heav-en is to be | danc-ing on Hell's | Bells.  We're the |\
+d2 B2 | cBAc | BAGB | A3 D/D/ |\
+w:danc-ers | on Hell's Bells, we | do the job quite | well.  We're the |\
+GGAA | BBc c/c/ | BGAF | G3 |]
+w:danc-ers who tor- | ment the damned, we're the | danc-ers on Hell's | Bells! |]</abc>
+by Jeff Bigler
+When I died and went to heaven and had my interview,
+God asked me to make a list of what I like to do;
+But when I gave my list to God, He gave this sad reply:
+"I'm sorry, but we have no morris dancing in the sky."
+"No dancers up in heaven above, no legs adorned with bells.
+A morris team would make our people think they were in Hell.
+But "Wait," said God, "that's a good idea; I know just what we'll do.
+A morris team in Hell would be the perfect heaven for you!"
+**Chorus:**
+//We're dancers in the underworld on the morris team from Hell.
+'Cause a morris dancer's heaven is to be dancing with Hell's Bells.
+We're dancers, of Hell's Bells and we do the job quite well
+We're the dancers who torment the damned; we're the dancers of Hell's Bells.//
+So Mephistopheles arrived and God to him did tell,
+The benefits of having morris dancers down in Hell.
+Then Beelzebub said, "This I'll do; it will give me great delight
+To have my people suffer morris dancing day and night."
+//Chorus//
+Now when a man arrives in Hell, and goes into the pub,
+And tries to find a quiet place to sit and eat some grub.
+But every room this man goes in, there's morris dancers there--
+We've eaten all the food and we have drunk up all the beer.
+//Chorus//
+And when this man goes up to bed, his room is so close by
+Our singing keeps him wide awake until the clock strikes five.
+And the slumber of this wretched man lasts fifteen minutes long
+For the next day it is May Day and the Winster starts at dawn.
+//Chorus//
+When we bag, the misers have to give us all they've got,
+And none of them can take their leave 'till we decide to stop.
+And when we've gone into the pub and got a glass of beer,
+We'll raise a toast to heaven above, "Thank God we're all down here!"
+//Chorus//