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GET UP AS?D BAR THE DOOR.
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our gude-wife had pud-dings to mak', And she hoil'd them in the pan, !
The wind blew cauld frae north to south, And first they ate the white puddings,
And blew in to the floor, ! And then they ate the black, O ! [sel',
Quoth our gudeman to our gudewife, Tho' muckle thought the gudewife to her-
" Get up and bar the door, ! " Yet ne'er a word she spak', !
" My hand is in my husswyfskip, Then said the ane unto the other —
Gudeman, as ye may see, O ! [year, " Here, man, tak' ye my knife, O !
An' it should na be barr'd this hundred Do ye tak' aff the auld man's beard,
It's no be barr'd for me, O ! " And I'll kiss the gudewife, O !
They made a paction 'tween them twa,
They made it firm and sure, O !
Whaever spak' the foremost word,
Should rise and bar the door, !
" But there's nae water in the house,
And what shall we do then, O ? "
" What ails you at the puddin' broo
That boils into the pan, ? "
Then by there came twa gentlemen, up then started our gudeman,
At twelve o' clock at night, O ! And an angry man was he, O !
And they could neither see house nor ha', " Will ye kiss my wife before my e'en,
Nor coal nor candle light, ! And scaud me wi' puddin' bree, ! ' :
Now, whether is this a rich man's house, Then up and started our gudewife,
Or whether is it a poor, ? Gied three skips on the floor, O ! [word,
But never a word wad ane o' them speak, " Gudeman, ye've spoken the foremost
For barring o' the door, ! Get up and bar the door, O ! "