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DAA'IDSON'S UNIYERSal Ml^^LODIST.
Moderato.
BIDE YE YET.
As sung by Mr. Wilson.
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When I gang afield, and come hame at e'en,
I'll find my wee wifie fu' neat and fu' clean,
And a bonnie wee bafi-nie upon Jier knee.
That 'U cry ' papal or daddy i' to me.
Sae bide ye yet, &c.
I care na a button for sacks fu' o' cash. —
Let wizen'd a'uld bachelors think o' sic trash :
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Ji - tie wi' think - in' o't.
Gie nje my dear lassie to sit on my knee ;
A kiss o' her mou' is worth thousands to me.
Sae bide ye yet, &c.
And, if there ever should happen to be
A difference atween my wee wifie and me.
In hearty good-humour, although she be teas'd^
I'll kiss her, and clap her, until she be pleas'd.
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GET UP AND BAR THE DOOR.
As sung by Mr. Wilson.
time it was then, O ! When
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pur gudfi-wife had pud - dings to mak', And
The wind blew cauld frae south to north.
It blew into the floor ;
Says our gudeman to our gudewife,
' Get up and bar the door.'
' My hand is in my hussyfe skep,
Gudeman, as ye may see ;
An it shouldna be barr'd this hunner yea?,
It's na be barr'd by me 1'
They made a paction 'tween them twa,
They made it firm and sure, —
The first that spak the foremost word
Should rise and bar the door.
Then by there cam twa gentlemen.
At twelve o'clock at nicht ;
And they could neither see house nor La',
Nor coal nor candle-licht.
' Now whether is this a rich men's house,
Or whether is this a piiir ?'
But never a word wad ane o' them speak.
For the barrin' o' the door.
she
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boil'd them in the pan,
And first they ate the white puddics.
And syne they ate the black ;
And muckle thocht our gudewife to hersel,
But never a word she spak.
Then said the tane unto the tother^
' Ha«, mon, tak ye my knife;
Do ye tak aff the auld man's beard.
While I kiss his gudewife.'
' But there's nae water in the hou',
And what shall we do than ?'
' What ails ye at the puddin' broo,
That boils into the pan ?'
O I then up startit our gudeman,
And an angry man was he :
' Wad ye kiss my wife before my face
And scaud me wi' puddin' bree ?'
Then up and startit our gudewife,
Gi'ed three skips on the floor :
' Gudeman, ye've spoken the foremost wo.'d
Get up and bar the door I'