The Ballad of Tregeagle, Part II (music - Martha Woods, lyrics - Martha Woods)

Oh, Tregeagle, Tregeagle, you foolish, foolish man,

You took no heed of what you bargained for.

And now you’re working for the Devil,

You’re doomed on every level

And your restless soul shall howl forevermore.

When the hundred years had passed, well, the dark knight he returned,

Came rattling at Tregeagle’s castle gates.

Said “did you think you’d get away without a grueling price to pay,

Sir, an afterlife of work for you awaits.

For you’ve lived a life of greed and you must work to earn your freedom,

Therefore three tasks I assign to thee.

And only when these tasks are done, to your home you may return,

To live a rich man’s life and be so free.

Oh, Tregeagle, Tregeagle, you foolish, foolish man,

You took no heed of what you bargained for.

And now you’re working for the Devil,

You’re doomed on every level

And your restless soul shall howl forevermore.

Oh, Tregeagle, Tregeagle, you thought that you’d be fine,

You thought you could escape the hounds of Hell.

But the first of your tasks is to drain Dozmary Pool

Using nothing but a leaking limpet shell.

Oh, Tregeagle, Tregeagle, you foolish, foolish man,

You took no heed of what you bargained for.

And now you’re working for the Devil,

You’re doomed on every level

And your restless soul shall howl forevermore.

Oh Tregeagle, Tregeagle, you thought that you’d be free,

But the Devil’s bargain didn’t go as planned.

And now the second of your tasks is to spin a perfect rope

Using nothing but the finest Padstow sand.

Oh, Tregeagle, Tregeagle, you foolish, foolish man,

You took no heed of what you bargained for.

And now you’re working for the Devil,

You’re doomed on every level

And your restless soul shall howl forevermore.

Oh Tregeagle, Tregeagle, you thought that you could rest,

You thought your life would have a peaceful end.

But now your third and final task is to sweep all Cornwall’s sand

Into the Atlantic Ocean from Land’s End.

And so, poor Tregeagle, his work is never done,

For he took no heed of what he bargained for.

And when the wind blows in the East and when the hounds of Hell come calling,

Tregegale’s voice still howls across the moor.

Oh, Tregeagle, Tregeagle, you foolish, foolish man,

You took no heed of what you bargained for.

And now you’re working for the Devil,

You’re doomed on every level

And your restless soul shall howl forevermore.