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GET UP AND BAR THE DOOR
'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,
And then they ate the black. Tho' muckle thought the goodwife to hersel'
Yet ne'er a word she spake.
Then said the one unto the other,
' Here, man, tak ye my knife ; Do ye tak aff the auld man's beard,
And I'll kiss the goodwife.'—
' But there's nae water in the house, And what shall we do than ?'—
' What ails ye at the pudding-broo, That boils into the pan ?'
O up then started our goodman,
An angry man was he: 'Will ye kiss my wife before my een,
And sca'd me wi' pudding-bree ?'
Then up and started our goodwife,
Gied three skips on the floor: ' Goodman, you've spoken the foremost word !
Get up and bar the door.' 848