THE DEVIL AND THE GIRL
At midnight a maiden awoke so late, it was to meet her lover for a date
when she went she was stopped in her track, she was blocked by a rider dressed in black
Why are you out, explain yourself, at the time when the clock strikes twelve
Well, I am waiting for my three brothers here, they promised to get us wine and beer
No, you're not waiting for your brothers, I know you are waiting for your lovers,
if I'm expecting my lover here, the devil may take my body so dear
The devil took her by the hand, so tight that blood spat from her finger's end
Then he turned her into a horse and drove to a smith with much force
Oh smith, shoe my horse you will, because soon I need to head up the hill,
And with the first nail he hit quite rough, the maiden called 'Devil, I've had enough,
I've had enough, I don't want more, my poor soul hurts to its core'
Then the devil jumped onto his steed and rode it to Hell with much speed
oh Lucifer, will you open that door, there stands a pretty maiden before
They sat her down, she almost fell, and now she stared deep into the fires of hell
and then a drink for her was made, from sulphur and pitch, isn't that mad?
And then the more and more she drank, the deeper into Hell she sank
(My own, very liberal, translation from a Dutch folksong)