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The wind blew cauld frae north to south
and blew into the floor;
Quoth our gudeman to our gudewife,
"get up and bar the door"
'My band is in my huss'fs skap
gudeman, as ye may see
au it shnuldna be he barr'd this hunder year
It's no be barr'd for me.
They made a paction 'tween them twa
They made it firm and sure.
Wha'er should speak the foremost word
would rise and bar the door.
Then by there came two gentlemen
at twelve o'clock at night,
and they could neither see house nor hall
Nor coal nor candle light.
Now whether is this a rich man s house,
Or whether it be a poor,
But never a word wad ane o' them speak
For barring o' the door.
And first they ate the white puddings,
and then they ate the ⟨black⟩;
Though muckie thought the gudewife to hersel,
Yet ne'er a word she spak.
