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Song Name: The Devil's Questions (12th pos) By: Trad. folk
Posted By: WaltP Difficulty: Any
Key: F Genre: Folk
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2011-11-06 07:54:40 Modified: 0000-00-00 00:00:00
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Song: THE DEVIL’S QUESTIONS 12th pos
Traditional folk
Key: F 

5  -6   -4   -4  -5  5   4    -3”   -3”
If you don't an-swer my ques-tions nine 
 4    -5  6   -6   7   -8  7   
Sing nine-ty-nine and nine-ty, 
 7    -8   7   6  -5  6  -6  -4  4
I'll take you off and I live in hell   
 4  -5  -6   6   -5  5  -4  -4
And you the weav-er-ing bon-ty. 

Oh what is whiter far than milk? 
Sing ninety-nine and ninety, 
And what is softer far than silk? 
And you the weavering bonty 
  
Oh snow is whiter far than milk, 
Sing ninety-nine and ninety; 
And down is softer far than silk, 
And me the weavering bonty 

Oh what is louder than a horn? 
Sing ninety-nine and ninety; 
And what is sharper than a thorn? 
And you the weavering bonty 

Oh thunder's louder than a horn, 
Sing ninety-nine and ninety ; 
And death is sharper than a thorn, 
And me the weavering bonty 

Oh what is higher than a tree? 
Sing ninety-nine and ninety; 
And what is deeper than the sea? 
And you the weavering bonty 

Oh Heaven's higher than a tree, 
Sing ninety-nine and ninety; 
And hell is deeper than the sea, 
And me the weavering bonty 

Oh what red fruit September grows 
Sing ninety-nine and ninety; 
And what thing round the whole world goes, 
And you the weavering bonty 

The apple in September grows 
Sing ninety-nine and ninety; 
And air around the whole world goes 
And me the weavering bonty 
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