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+ | ====== Hell's Bells ====== | ||
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+ | X:1 | ||
+ | T: | ||
+ | C:Jeff Bigler | ||
+ | O:1995 | ||
+ | M:C | ||
+ | L:1/4 | ||
+ | K:G major | ||
+ | V:1 clef=treble | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | w:1.~ When I died and went to heaven and | had my in-ter-| view * |\ | ||
+ | w: | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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: | ||
+ | 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: " | ||
+ | w: | ||
+ | w: | ||
+ | w:ev-ery room this | man goes in, there' | ||
+ | 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!" | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | w:* * |\ | ||
+ | w: | ||
+ | w:From the |\ | ||
+ | w:' | ||
+ | w:' | ||
+ | w:' | ||
+ | dcBd | cBA c/c/ | BAGB | A3 D/D/ |\ | ||
+ | w:danc-ers in the | un-der-world, | ||
+ | GGAA | BBc c/c/ | BGAF | G3 d/d/ |\ | ||
+ | w:mor-ris danc-er' | ||
+ | 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! |]</ | ||
+ | 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: | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | "No dancers up in heaven above, no legs adorned with bells. | ||
+ | A morris team would make our people think they were in Hell. | ||
+ | But " | ||
+ | A morris team in Hell would be the perfect heaven for you!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | **Chorus: | ||
+ | // | ||
+ | 'Cause a morris dancer' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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// | ||