The Widow and the Devil Marc Gunn

[Verse]
High atop a lonely moor, a Widow lived alone
An Inn she kept, and as she slept
Her pillow heard her moan:
“Oh, many’s the lonely traveler
Has spent the night with me
But there’s no a man in all creation
Gives content to me!

[Verse]
“Well, some can manage once or twice
And some make three or four;
But it seems to me a rarity
Is the man who can do more
I’d do anything to find him
In Heaven or in Hell.”
And as she spoke these words
Sure, she heard her front door bell

[Chorus]
And the wind blew cold and lonely
Across that Widow’s moor
And she never, ever turned away
A traveler from the door

[Verse]
So boldly ran the Widow
And the door did open wide
And as she did, a tall and handsome
Stranger stepped inside
Well, she gave him bread and brandy
And when that he was fed
He said, “My dear, now have no fear;
It’s time to come to bed