"Tea with the Devil" A tea chest with an Appalachian style poem by the artist. There was an old woman stern, pious, and mean She lived all alone in the house by the stream No one came round for fear of a scoldin She was most unkind from a grudge she'd been holdin Well she cried and mourned, and grew so lonely She could take no more and asked the Devil to tea And I swear by my soul may the Devil take me By the afternoons end he had her up on his knee Well they danced and they laughed they shared a cup They sang and they swayed couldn't get enough They giggled and they talked till the sun came up Then the Devil bowed low and was gone with a puff If you're ever by the creek on a full moon night And hear a wild fiddle you're in for a sight They dance through the forest in the silver night air They dance and they sway and she lets down her hair Yes they dance and they play in a devilish way And I swear by my soul or with it I will pay You can steel a glance if you move with grace But there's no sad old woman she's had a change of face