Dirt i’ room a yerry, double bing, double bing,
Dirt i’ room a yerry, double bing, double bing,
Belling belling beng, bell i’ leng beng.”
De boy overhear de debbil knee singing. But, now, anybody else sing de song, de debbil clo’es will drop off, a horn grow on head, an’ tail grow out on him too. So one night while he was in de house talking, de little boy was underneat’ de table singing de song quietly:
“Dirt i’ room a yerry, double bing, double bing.”
When de debbil hear dat he say, “Look heah, mistress, stop dat bwoy from singing dat song! I don’ like it.” De ol’ woman say, “Massah, me kyan’ stop him singing, because it mus’ of been his little play-song[2] what he have singing.” So de debbil say, “Well, I don’ like to hear it!”
De boy now sing de song much louder, an’ de debbil knee begin to sing it very loud—
“Dirt i’ room a yerry, double bing, double bing!”
an’ de clo’es drop off an’ de tail an’ horns grow out. So de boy say to de mudder, “Didn’t I tell you dat man was a debbil, an’ you would not believe it!”