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Ballads and Songs of Michigan
When our guid wife had puddens to mak And she boiled them in the pan O.
The barnn' o' our door, will, will, will,
*Tis the barrin' o* door, wdl.
2 They made a poction 'tween them twa, They made it firm and sure O, Whoever spoke the foremost word Should arise and bar the door O.
3 Along there came twa gentlemen At twelve o'clock at nicht O;
And they could see neither hoose nor hair Nor cool nor candle licht O.
4 Then says the ain unti the ither, "D'ye take my guid knife O, D'ye take off the old mon's beard; I'll gie kiss the guid wife O."
5 Then up started our guid mon, Gie three skups o'er die floor O, "Would ye kiss me guid wife before me een And scald me wi puddin bree O?"
6 Then up started our guid wife, Gie three skups o'er the floor O,
"My guid mon, you've spoken the foremost word, Arise and bar the door O."