Mythology
The Legend of the Devil’s Punchbowl
Kylee Bustard
The Legend of The Devil’s Punchbowl
by Kylee Bustard
Well once there was farmer’s son we’ll call him John Gallant
His neighbour asked him for a job and though the pay was scant
John took the work for knowing well the fields were all dried out
He led his horse and wagon out and trodded down the route
Through the valley and far from shore
Poor Gallant best get home before
The Devil robs him in a blink
Of the moonlight’s ink, the Devil’s drink
Well John Gallant arrived in town in time to buy a crate
The moonshine sloshed and made a clink! with the horse’s gait
John hid the prize beneath the hay and prayed no one would see
The Devil’s drink, the moonlight’s ink, hidden behind his seat
Through the valley and far from shore
Poor Gallant best get home before
The Devil robs him in a blink
Of the moonlight’s ink, the Devil’s drink
Young John was not the brightest son he realised soon enough
For when he reached the old valley the Devil saw his bluff
In the earth a hole appeared and John let out a squeal
The Devil took the poor man’s soul and said “let’s make a deal”
Through the valley and far from shore
Poor Gallant best get home before
The Devil robs him in a blink
Of the moonlight’s ink, the Devil’s drink
That night when John came stumbling home, his horse all out of breath
With bloodshot eyes and clammy skin he looked near close to death
The neighbour asked “what happened, boy?” and John wept at his knees
“The Devil stole the old moonshine and barely let me free”
Through the valley and far from shore
Poor Gallant best get home before
The Devil robs him in a blink
Of the moonlight’s ink, the Devil’s drink
If you walk out toward Granville way you’ll see the scar made on that day
The land pulled in like a bowl, the Devil’s Punchbowl, is what we say
And if you find yourself at night alone and near the Devil’s Punchbowl
If you dare, then a bring a drink to give the Devil to save your soul
Through the valley and far from shore
Poor Gallant best get home before
The Devil robs him in a blink
Of the moonlight’s ink, the Devil’s drink