The Widow and the Devil

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 traveller who's spent the night with me
 But there's no a man in all creation who gives content to me!
 "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
 And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor
 And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door
 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
 "For I've heard your plea right down below
 And I've come to see you right
 But you must come to Hell with me if I can last the night"
 She said, "You randy Devil! To this bargain I'll agree
 For Hell on Earth, or Hell in Hell. It's all the same to me!"
 And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor
 And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door
 Now, as they fumbled in the bed, the Devil, he proved well
 And he thought before the night would end that she'd be in his Hell
 Ah, but when he came to number nine, the Widow cried out, "More!"
 And when the twelfth time came around, the Widow cried, "Encore!"
 At twenty-five the Devil felt compelled to take a rest
 But the Widow cried "Come raise your head and put me to the test!"
 At sixty-nine, the Widow laughed "Again! Again!" she cried
 And the Devil said, "Well, I can see just how your husband died!"
 And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor
 And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door
 At ninety-nine, the Devil, he began to wail and weep
 He said, "I'll give you anything, if you'll let me go to sleep!"
 But before the morning light was up, the Devil hobbled home
 And the Widow, still not satisfied, once more was left alone
 She lay there on her pillow and she thought on ninety-nine
 "It's a pity that poor old Devil couldn't manage one more time!
 I'll call him up again tonight to see what can be done
 With a little more application, we could make it to the ton!"
 And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor
 And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door
 But when she called to him that night, no Devil did appear
 For the first time in Eternity, the Devil, he shook with fear
 He said, "Of all the torments I've witnessed here in Hell
 I never knew what pain was 'til I rang your front door bell!"
 And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor
 And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door
 And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor
 And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door