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SONGS.
Barrin o' the Door.
It fell about the Martinmas time.
and a gay time it was than
When our gudewife had puddings to mak.
and she boiled them in the pan.
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'f's skap
gudeman, as ye may see,
An' it shouldna be be barr'a this hunder year
It's ne 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.
