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Hell's Kettles

Hells Kettles
(Lyrical Guide)

Deep in the valley of the river tees
In the reign of Henry second
The earth rose high at Oxendale
In the likeness of a lofty tower

And so remained from dawn till dusk
When, sank down with a terrible sound
To the terror of all that heard it
And swallowed up deep into the ground

Hell’s kettles, deepest pools
Lost souls, the Devil’s fools
Hell’s kettles, darkest pits
Where the brightest sunshine never hits

Boiling green sulphurous water
Murky depths of terror
Drowned or eaten alive
By savage eels and pikes

When the sun shines and the water clears
Souls of sinners appear
On gentle breeze its oft said
Their waling cries you’ll hear

Hell’s kettles, deepest pools
Lost souls, the Devil’s fools
Hell’s kettles, darkest pits
Where the brightest sunshine never hits

Instantly he, his carts and his horses,
were all swallowed up in the pools,
where they may still be seen,
on a fine day and clear water, many fathoms deep

Wondrous, deep these darkened pools
That lure and entice passing fools
To drag them down into hell
Not many bear witness and live to tell the tale

Falling deep into the darkness
Struggling to gasp for breath
Descending down into blackness
Cascading into the pools of death

Barnaby Yea Barnaby Nay
A cartload of hay whether god will or nay

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