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126 GET UP AND BAH THE DOOR. |
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That our gudewife had puddings to mak, And she boil'd them in the pan.
The wind blew cauld frae east and north, s
And blew into the floor;
Quoth our gudeman to our gudewife,
" Get up and bar the door."
" My hand is in my hussyskep, Goodman, as ye may see; 10
An' it shou'dna be barr'd tbis hunder year, It's ne'er be barr'd by me."
They made a paction 'tween them twa, They made it firm and sure, That the first word whaever spak, is
Should rise aDd bar the door.
Than by there came twa gentlemen,
At twelve o'clock at night,
Whan they can see na ither house,
And at the door they light. 20
" Now whether is this a rich man's house, Or whether is it a poor ? " But ne'er a word wad ane o' them speak, For barring of the door.
And first they ate the white puddings, as
And syne they ate the black : |
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