Devil Into Hell

Written by the infamous Katrusha the Skomorokh

Third Day, Tenth Story from the Decameron to the tune of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

A simple girl named Alibech was only just fourteen

One day she fancied to learn to serve God, the force unseen

She asked around the town and learned that wisdom she could glean

Holy men would teach her when she got to Thebes

Deserts in Thebes

Holy men would teach her when she got to Thebes

She met a monk named Rustico who served God in his stead

That night as she lay sleeping a war reigned within his head

Defeated by debauchery his eyes turned towards her bed

He would teach her how to serve God and himself

Pleasure himself

He would teach her how to serve God and himself.

“Lord God above has sent you here to save my mortal soul.

This devil torments me each day, I'm sure that is his goal.

See as his head lifts up in pride, you could fulfill your role.

Help me stuff this devil right back into hell,

Back into hell

Help me stuff this devil right back into hell.”

The poor young girl soon saw the devil raise his head in pride

She felt quite blessed to not have one, but she was soon surprised

The pit of hell between her legs did lay there in disguise

She would learn to stuff the devil into hell

Right into hell

She would learn to stuff the devil into hell.

“My goodness father, yes I'l help, do everything I should

to make his head hang down in shame, so maybe if I could

Help release you from all this pain, I hope you know I would.

Teach me how to place that devil into hell

Back into hell

Teach me how to place that devil into hell.”

For days and nights and weeks and months Alibech did this deed

And there were days and nights and weeks that it felt like a need

Poor Rustico could barely stand, good things he did exceed

Many devils could not quench her fires of hell,

fires of hell

Many devils could not quench her fires of hell.

Soon Neerbale came from Caspa to make Alibech his bride

With great relief poor Rustico cast Alibech aside

“You can not take me from my service unto God,” she cried

But her husband was more pious than the monk,

Little old monk

But her husband was more pious than the monk

God rest ye merry gentles, now pay heed to what I say

Those of you in need of God's grace will do this right away

It is accepted by him and will please you night or day

Take the time to stuff the devil into hell

Back into hell

Take the time to stuff the devil into hell